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I always wanted to help people that were in danger, I always wanted to make the world a better place.
Was I blinded by my motives? Have I became something else?
Recruited when having the same mantra of saving people, that what i'm doing is for the greater good NO MATTER WHAT. Guided by people I admire, Watching them dying in my hands and leaving me alone in this cruel cycle inside the foundation. Their last words "Carry On!", wanting me to replace people like they are socks NO MATTER WHAT.
Mission after mission feeling like i'm losing a piece of my humanity each time, Watching innocent man, woman, children or animals dying in the process of each mission. But Me? I need to carry on, NO MATTER WHAT. But what about friends? Of course i've made lots of friends in this way of life - you can always find friends in this job. Of course that almost none are the same, some friends died by sacrificing themselves, ordered to be terminated by the higher command or just committed suicide to escape their reality. Some have been altered to be something else, something inhuman, something horrific or even just someone else entirely. Oh and some friends are just 'special', either a beast, a teddy bear, a statue, a machine, a mass-killing assassin or imaginary, who can tell in this job. The value of having a friend has gotten lower then ever before nowadays, but I need to carry on NO MATTER WHAT.
