Literature
8th Professor - Remembering Home
"I lied to you." The short, black bob haired man slowly looked to his alien companion, sat on the windowsill as they eyed out at the wet, mushy ground of a jungle after a hard rainstorm. "I was like that man, because I liked it. Because I thought there was nothing else. That my hearts were too scarred from what I was forced to do during the war I needed to be everything I wasn't. To be a hero for personal, selfish reasons, because there was nothing else for me besides that." "The War." The Blue, tendrilled Alien, Aurora Tetiana, slowly looked to the Professor as he stared out the window. He nodded softly. "There are moments. Even when I was changing my life for the better, to face you again, to apologize for what I had done, that I could pretend I could show you. Even though I hate them for what they did to me, turning me into another weapon against...." His voice faded for a moment. "You can hate your home, Aurora. You can tear it from your soul, try to make a break from it, look