"....I killed...a human with my own hands...My own...pathetic...hands, This blade is what they hurt me with...I should let them finish the job...I say this not because i don't love yall...it's because i don't think i can even love myself..."
(Okay, so more of complicated "high tech", or well steampunk look for one, and the classical "knights" kinda style for them, correct?)
"...I don't-like who I am....I never have-I'm weak, and pathetic and-useless-"
His breath hitched, holding his arms tightly as tears ran down his cheeks. He took a deep breath before continuing
"But-you...you like me for who I am-you and all the others-and that.....it helps a little....because if you guys like me then....then maybe I'm not so bad...-"
(Mhm! Lemme know when you gotz person-Immmmma claim nature aesthetic just cuz that's kinda my vibeee-)
