Weisa — EP29 Journal

This young body holds more than is known, even to me. A new talent now. A new weapon to wield. How to discern its wisdom and danger is mine to understand. I have no one to tell me otherwise. No one to show me how to respect this power I carry. It would be disrespectful to not use the gift given. I'm not a fool to deny such advantages. But what do I do when the gift given misaligns with my morals? You see, I respect freedom. I would not be here with my cohort if it were not for someone else believing in my freedom and myself agreeing to it. I would rather bind my own hands than bind another's. I have no desire to be someone's master. But there are special circumstances, aren't there? There are moments that ask for manipulation. Like when a beast is too wild or an enemy too bold. Of course, there are times when only the whip will do. Or the knife. Yet here I am, built to control on the deepest levels. An instrument for suppression. Am I becoming my mother's dream? Do I have any control of who I am becoming? Perhaps it is my mind trying to make excuses. But I wonder, does my domination foster pleasure? Wasn't Kpopar happier with me as his friend? Isn't he desperate for companionship? Real alive, Rosy cheeked, camaraderie. Perhaps he invited this manipulation so that he could finally receive what his heart so dearly yearns for. Maybe I'm not his master, but his savior. Maybe I'm good. These are dangerous thoughts. And I will leave them here for now.