[Elijah's POV]
Was I good at anything?
I've always wondered about it.
Since I was a child, there hasn't been a single moment where I didn't feel like I was lacking.
Compared to everyone around me, I have nothing to boast or show.
I may be good at one thing, but there are thousands better than me.
"Since the start, I was your average man."
And I was happy with it.
Even though my mind wandered many times towards how I should take my revenge.
I still tried my best to stop myself from shedding the blood of my own.
"…Would killing change anything?"
Maybe.
Maybe I would feel better.
Experience happiness like never before.
Maybe it would all happen at once.
"…And that terrifies me."
I've convinced myself that I don't deserve too much power.
Would I be able to control myself if I had it?
What would stop me from committing a massacre?
Taking everything for myself?
And…
As I stared at the glowing orb in front of me, I couldn't help but wonder:
