Never had a Chance to be Good.

WARNING! This contains major spoilers for those who have not seen episode 22 of Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic. Read at your own risk.





"I was selected by the rukh. I was born in a peaceful little eastern village......But soon after. Both of my parents were murdered by the organization. They took me away from them and used me as a Magi before I could even understand what was going on! Ever since I was an infant, see?! And yet, are you saying that its all my fault? I wished for an ordinary life! But am I still the only one to blame here?!........


Don't misunderstand, but I don't really give a damn about any of that stuff. I'm just going to go on doing as I please like I always have."


At least that's what I keep telling myself.

What I keep telling other people.

What I keep telling anyone who will listen to me.

But the truth is....

I do give a damn.

I do care that I was taken away.

I do care that my family was taken away from me.

I do care that I was taken away at such a young age that I have no memory of my life outside of the organization.

I do care that my life was stolen from me.

It's because of them I am like this.

Sometimes late at night, if I shut my eyes I can remember.

Barely remember, mind you.

But I can see my mother's sweet smiling face.

Feel my father's warm embrace.

But I was so young when I was taken from them the face is blurry.

And the embrace is weak and cold and ghost like.

It is true though that I thrive on the chaos that I create everywhere I go.

I live for the bloodshed of war.

My enemies pleas for mercy are like music to my ears.

I'm a trickster.

I'm a liar.

I'm a borderline a$$hole.

I admit this.

And, in a sick twisted way, sometimes I am proud of this.

But yet....

Deep down in the bottom of my cold, dead heart...

A small part of me cant help but wonder....

Would I still be like this had things turned out differently?

Would I still be like this had those damn once gold now black butterflies had chosen someone else but me?

Would I still be like this if I had grown up in my peaceful little eastern village?

I would probably be living a very boring, quiet life.

And boredom is something I despise.

But yet.....

I would still have my family.

I would have a home.

A real home.

I would have people who would care about me, for me.

People who would see me as a person.

Not as some magical weapon.

I am not a good person.

But then again, I never got the chance to be one.