The Warden:
I have been shot down.
Kicked down in the Abyss.
So long I was being torn apart.
While no one even took the time to pick me up.
The hidden message in my art.
So much have I lost.
So why keep on fighting for others?
While I can find no more glory in my own war.
Tell me Alchemist.
You see the connection of everything on everything.
That’s alchemy right?
So why can’t you tell me what to do?
Not even the fucking gods of Dark and Light know…
The Young Alchemist:
Before you say anything more, just stop thinking about everything that went wrong,
count to ten, get a holdof yourself and remember that there has always been a light.
No matter what happend to you, no matter how deep you fell in the abbys,
in the end your friends always pulled you out.
The Warden:
I need the love of just that one.
But that can not be done.