You believe yourself a person with hopes, dreams and desires. But if you are, nobody will ever know what they are.
Because ’til now, you didn’t exist.
You’re immortal, ageless, forever beautiful. Always swept up in danger, never truly endangered.
You’re a beautiful empty suit, the cipher into which the world pours hopes and dreams, symbolizing everything to everyone and nothing of weight.
Yet they barely tolerate your presence.
For you are the romantic female lead in an action film. And while I do love you, deeply and truly, I have to go. There are people who need killing now.