Human sentimentality has given birth to other things.

[Your personality, Wamuu, is probably the polar opposite of chaos' own. He hasn't stopped moving during this conversation, and everything he 'touches' just... evaporates.]

That they cannot care is why I pity them. And though I have some skill in combat, I would be the last to call myself a warrior, because to do so implies the desire to fight. I fight because I must - not because I want to. Why do you fight?