This life, with its rules and "logic", is not meant for me. And what am I, you ask? I am not my body. When you look at me you see nothing but whatever life has done to me this time around. I am the Shepherd, I always will be. Even now, in this life, I am tormented with a memory of what once was. A world of uncertainty, but in that was bliss. A simple existance defined only by my faith to Runas, and my love for a rogue servant.
ENA's world is long gone now, I assume. Unfortunately it didn't take me with it. I exist as a lone reminder of something wonderful, though it really should have been her. I will never meet the true her again. My partner, my everything, I miss her dearly. It's strange how an ENA made me feel such a way, a defective one at that. She was broken, a fucking mess. She drowned her sorrows with alcohol and managed to make nearly everyone uncomfortable with how odd she acted. But I loved her more than anything.