The world is not just black and white

Dear Bubbles

Since my creation death and destruction was all I had known. It was my purpose in life; it was what I was born to do. That is, until I met you. It seems almost silly now that I think about it; my whole life was changed just because of a few silly, but precious flowers. I am writing this too you in hopes of letting our side of the story known. In history, it is always the victor's side that is told. The humans' victory is certain now, and we will be written down as monsters. But I know if any one will be able to listen to the side of the fusion creatures it will be you.

Quasimodo