Façades 2 - WK

I catch my reflection in the mirror, and touch it. Am I really that? A fifteen-year old boy, quiet, serious, maybe even innocent? Yet behind it lies my true power. People rarely see behind what you show them.

Out of the four of us, I'm probably the most human, I suppose. I still remember how to care, to love. I think the rest have lost that little bit, each from their own past. It was Tot who helped me; I cherish her mostly for her innocence. May she retain that innocence.

Schwarz. Black. Each of us have had dark pasts. We don't know much about each other, except maybe Crawford. He seems to know everything about us.

Crawford Bradley. The cool, calculating leader of Schwarz. I could never see behind that mask, but I think, once he loved. He never seems to reveal much about anything.

Schuldich - Mastermind. Behind his smirk is a dark past. To be called 'guilty'... why? Seldom does that wall come down - than again, seldom do ours - yet, when the voices drive him to the brink of insanity, that shield shatters. It all comes out, in painful moans and mumbled German that I can't understand. Strange, that we who are so powerful are at the fine line between 'normal' and 'insanity'. Not even Farfarello is truly insane.

Beserker. Perhaps a fitting name. Then again, maybe the act of deranged minds is only to confuse us. I know he understands everything around him, emotions, actions, words. But he doesn't care. We all don't. We've been passed that a long time ago.

Crawford Bradley, the Oracle Schuldich 'guilty', Mastermind Farfarello or Jei, Beserker Me? Naoe Nagi, Prodigy

We name ourselves as we please. After all, what does a name truly mean? Perhaps we should all just be called 'Nanashi'... 'No-name'. We are who we are.