I avoid death as much as possible. I don't want anyone to get hurt. Then why do I dream of pure slaughter and blood tripping off from on my hand.
My blade all red and rusty from all the blood. Crimson cloak on myself from all the blood. Why I see myself smiling in the middle of all the dead bodies. Laughing like a madman like I've had my satisfaction.
I only seek peace and balance. Maybe the balance is what my dreams bring.