He brought me to this place without my consent. 

He said he needed me to take back what's his. 

To him, I am just a tool for a mission, essential at the moment, but dispensable afterwards.

But I couldn't be afraid, and I couldn't be in rage. 

Because I need him just as much as he needs me.

With him, maybe I could realize what I am.

With him, I can not be lost in this place they call

  SYCRESTIA