I've always been different.
Not just mentally, but physically as well.
It wasn't my fault that I turned out this way. It's not like I can control how I was born like.

Run away. Leave. Heh. I don't need you. I'll never need you. I can take care of myself.
You call me a curse huh? Call me what you want. You can't change anything.
But 'Flames of Death'... I must say, that suits me very well.
People die because of me... die for me. I really must be a curse.

You think locking me away underground will turn me back into a creature of the light?
Not going to work.
When you finally let me out, it's because you're using me as a sacrificial lamb. 
How nice.

I was lonely. I was sad. But I'm not about to let you know that.
I was isolated. I was locked away. But that won't break my mind, nor my heart.
I'll show you how strong I am.
I don't need anyone.

So much sadness... so much despair...
Just because of some feathers and colour.