My mind begins to whirl, taking every sentence he's told me thus far, adjusting around the preconceived notions I have about the world I live in.
About myself.
But I cannot achieve the last bit.
I grew up knowing exactly who I was. I spent the last six years pushing the limits of what I could become. I learned my weaknesses and eviscerated them. To do that, I had to do a great deal of self reflection.
So, I know what I am damn well not.
I am not a descent from a god destined to end an already finished war. I bruise just fine, like everyone else. And I heal just as well as any wolf out there. I didn't have any other powers that might betray this identity they all claim of me.
I was about as ordinary as they came. Save for the mark on my skin.
But something in Ruin's words strike at me.
"My death. And your freedom."
My eyes widen. You want me to kill you.
