tylko 5 dni...

Power, eh?
Becouse he attained so much power, he could only be controled by it.
And in the end, maybe his only option was to destroy himself.
He sought the power to change his fate.
What I sought was... a turn of fate.
...no not just revolving...
Revolving. And each time it's touched by the light of the sun and moon
The world is always changing into something new.
If there is one thing that does not change,
it is my lack of power.
I can see good things in people.
and thats it.
Sometimes they just dissapear like that.
I'm not sure why.
Sometimes all that remains is a mark that there was something good that only I can see, along
with a vague feeling resembling pain.
No matter how strong I become, I cannot protect them.
When I think of this, my heart is like a blade.
It's revolving.
Revolving...
If fate is a wheel, then we are the sand that is crushed between the cogs.
We are helpless.
All we want is power.
Even if we can't protect others by extending our hands,
we desire a blade for those hands to grasp.
The power to crush one's fate must look like a blade swinging down.
Is my power the power to crush fate?
Or will I be swallowed up by this power like him?

There's no point in dweling on this.
This power is to protect others. Thats just fine