When You Live For The Fight, For

Kryptonite Doesn’t Bother Me, Either.

When You Live For The Fight, For The Blood, The Relationships You Form Are Tenuous And Easily Broken.

But What If It Were You? What If You Were Stuffed In A Human Body And Let Loose On This Planet Only To Find Yourself Lost Among Your Own Kind? What If You Were Such A Good Person That You Tried To Save The Life That You'd Taken That You Almost Died Trying To Get Her Back To Her Family? What If You Then Found Yourself Surrounded By Violent Aliens Who Hated You And Tried To Hurt You And Tried To Murder You Over And Over Again? What If You Just Kept Doing Whatever You Could To Save And Heal People Despite That? Wouldn't You Deserve A Life Too? Wouldn't You Have Earned That Much?

The Part That Kills Me Is That You Already Know. I Already Told You Everything!

That's The Funny Thing About Knowing You Can't Have Something. It Makes You Desperate.