They just don't get it, do they?

Perhaps it's better that way. Because if they did, they would shun me. Even more than they do now.

No, it's best that they don't know what I feel right before I face an enemy.

I've killed many. Men, woman, monsters, you name them.

You've seen the Gerudo thieves right? Well, I've killed some of them, but then again, what did you expect when I shot them down with my mighty bow, or when I ruthlessly slashed their bare stomachs with evil's bane?

If that sword truly lived up to its expectation, it should have long banished me as its wielder. But apparently I still don't qualify as evil according to the Goddesses.

No, to them, I'm just a tool. A tool that moves, walks, breathes and feels.

How convenient for them. Thanks to the regret, shame and sadness, I've yet to turn on them.

Whenever I see a monster, ready to attack, I see a living creature, scared like I am, confused and angry. Something that doesn't belong here, something guided by a force it can't comprehend, for a reason unknown to it.

I see myself…

And yet people still don't get why I keep hunting monsters.

How dense….

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A/n;

I just keep writing angst…Yet I'm so happy… Oh well…I kind of wrote this right before going to my class, so I hope it's any good. If you have the time, please review, it means a lot to me.