Guess what? I'm not the boy my stories are telling. I'm not the boy in the middle of chaos. I'm right here, watching me across the invisible red mist that would blind any mortal man. But I'm still alive.
Everything has changed. Everything has a name. Every little thing, every component, inside one other bigger thing make up this other bigger thing, and it has a name. My name is the final result of everything I am. And who I am? Well...not that boy.
