The light can guide us only astray.
So, are you still looking forward to it?
The birth that bears the death of a loved one, the growth of illusory plots, the demise of a clan, and the mutated fiery red eyes.
What is life? What is reality? What is stability? Betrayal... What is it?
Either important or not.
We are similar, yet different. They have the same color, but different persistence. They understand but feel confused.
Chrollo, do you still remember your name?