Wearing black

Upon my boots and in my hair, lies the remains of lifes before. Ever particle i breath in, threatens to choak me from with in. Once, i had a childish believe that no matter how many times Balthy attacked, everything would be alright. But now, I realize how rediculous and unreasonable that thought was. My eyes have been open to the cruelty that surrounds us. To the unfairness that pleagues the land. I complain about lack of trts, while there are those who have lost all! I still can not believe how this happenned! One moment, i was roaming the streets, greeting friends and having a pleasant time t the inn. Then, the ash upon my clothing is all i have for memory. Have i failed? Is it pointless to fight at all, if in the end, towns will be destroyed? All we are doing is prolonging what can not be evaded. Who are we fooling but ourselves. Balthy is relentless, and in the end, no matter what we do, he gets what he wants. The destruction of far town, is a symbol of his power, and what he is willing to do, to get what he wants. I think it is time, we analize ourselves, for it seems Balthy has the upper hand.