Half of me
is made up of parts of you.
That's not something I can wash away.

I have fought long and hard to find myself,
but I can only find half of who I am.

My solution is to try and isolate myself less from you.
But the more I try and let you have the chance
to be the man I've always needed,
you say something that reminds me of why I've never sought you.

I've decided I can't explore you anymore.
I'll have to live without
half of myself
because if I continue to find you,
then you will only show me
that half of who I am is
selfish,
unforgiving,
and ignorant...
and I can't possibly come to terms with that.

— Fladinerys Belliard // DNA