... not yet, where I came from. Right now ... most of the people who know, they're just afraid of me. Of what I could do to them if I wanted. One of them— killed someone I care about in order to prove I am what I am.

[ right now, the only people who know are the ones looking at damage control, of putting down a threat to the world before it can become one. his friends might have argued in his favor, but...

they're his friends. of course they would. but if everyone else says and thinks he's a monster who shouldn't exist... they can't all be wrong. besides, he's already killed his father. a genius, a prodigy, nigh immortal, snuffed out, just like that... that kind of power is dangerous, isn't it?

he doesn't even know what he's doing, most of the time. ]

Even if I ignore them, or convince them I don't want to hurt anyone... I don't know how long a secret like this can be kept, if this many people already know. And I want to help people. I don't want to just ... hide away somewhere, and pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist.

If, one day, I find someone who can't be helped the normal way... I don't know what I would do. What I should, what I'm supposed to. And ... hiding hasn't worked for this place and the Junimo anyway.

[ this blood-soaked land, which has seen more death than has been chronicled... ]