You see this face? Well, of course you do, it's in front of you. But, do you see my expressions? My eyebrows tilt down and my eyes flicker with bits of anger. This is the face that doesn't belong on this body. Well, no right now at least.
Inside of me, I feel something that isn't quite human and something from far in the past. This "something" makes a sword feel absolutely perfect in my hand, no matter size or type. I wield them with a deadly skill and it comes easily to me. When I feel the handle in my palms, I feel connected, and as though no enemy can stop me as long as my blade is sharp.
Now look at this face again. Do you see my expr