There are three things in this world a person holds most dear above all else.

Their heart, their soul and their identity.

Each invaluable, each equally immortal and fragile, and each piece works in tandem to keep a person whole.

Pluck a single part out of the trinity and no matter how much they heal, no matter how long time passes, they’ll be nothing more then a shadow of their former selves.

Every single person I have met in Olympus and Arcadia is missing a part of this trinity. No one unfortunate enough to be born in this cespool of a world has ever and will ever be complete.

Maybe they lost someone dear, a death that haunts them to their very last day as a crack that will never heal forms deep inside their chest.

Maybe they wandered too far into the darkness, had to do some terrible things in the name of a greater good as their soul evaporates in a pool of corruption.

Or maybe they lost the world they hold dear. Their job, the people around them, the influences they needed as they become just a faceless mook in the masses.

Every single person in Arcadia is missing a part of themselves but a select few are missing two, and verging on losing the third.

I know this because I’m one of them as you and everyone else keeps reminding me.

Fallen parents, broken ideology, an angry, bitter man screaming into the void whose only goal in life is vengeance that may never come.

But I’m not the only one who has no heart or soul, who is clinging to an identity for their very lives, am I Hana?

Way back when a timid little girl wandered where she shouldn’t have. Torn apart by demons, a so called Goddess gave you a second chance in exchange for your soul.

The second chance fused with Ayame, a creature you grew to love and need like you’d always been together. And then without warning, she was ripped away by a so called hero.

I know that pain, I know that agony of forcing yourself to keep going when everything you know is gone. The person you needed most taken away, the reason you fought torn asunder and made redundant.

But the difference between you and me Princess, is your identity is something that was forced on you. Something you despise yet something you need to keep yourself going.

The broken former hero who finally woke up? This is the only identity that has truly been my own. I live to show all you little heroes the truth, to wake you all the fuck up.

And in the end, continue down the path of ending his miserable existence.

Get it through your thick, fabricated skull. The Seekers are an means to an end, a tool to help me kill Nox.

We are not friends, we are not allies, you are just not on his side. So keep my fathers name out your fucking mouth, stay out of my way or else.

I’ll shatter the so called Dragon too.