'What a troublesome situation…'
Lucien Zevalis sighs solemnly as he watches the crowd in front of him.
His vision is keen, and his heart is racing abnormally, but he maintains a calm disposition through it all.
How many times has he been in deadly situations?
Just how many impossible odds has he overcome throughout his life?
There are too many to count!
Failure upon failure!
Mistakes after mistakes!
He has experienced all of them, and yet he has managed to survive through the venture.
Because that is what it means to be alive.
'But what is the point of living if I do not even know who I am?' A bitter smile forms in his inner consciousness, but he suppresses such a display before his enemies.
'I thought I knew what I was living for… that somehow being a member of a collective gave me my own identity. But I was wrong. I was only a cog in a machine. A puppet devoid of my own will. I didn't know anything. I was nothing.'
