"Well what about the feeling of worthlessness? And that I'd do the world good if I weren't here… I'd honestly would… Satan's daughter for god's sake…" I mutter
"You're not useless… everyone has a purpose… even I do…" I sigh. "Sometimes I hate my purpose…" Lucas: *smiles, pressing his nose to hers* Hi…
"Whatever you aspire to do, whatever you dream of, that would be yours. Mine was predetermined by my father…" I sigh
Well.. I actually don't have one. So I'm here, alone, nothing to do. All I do is travel around the country, kill people, incluiding my dad.. What do you have to do?
"…I have to kill at least a million people… I don't want to… at least not when I'm upset like this now…" I mutter (*insert large number here* )