And don't look so shocked. Is there really any other way I could possibly live? It's not really me that's saving anything. "I" may as well not exist. I'm just being dragged along by the arm, pretending the path carved in stone for me is one I want to take. What choice do I have? And the things "I" hold dear, well... about them... they're really his, aren't they? What do I care about Mana, anyway? Did he care about me?