Much like Edgar’s world, mine changed as well, but not for the worse. This facilitated a change in me, one that is still going on to this day.
I’m gonna find my own way, and take a chance on today.
I’m happy that I can be a little cheesy and childish sometimes.
Would I be my own man/person or would I just follow the crowd? My mom never wanted me to be a follower.
Who wouldn't want him for a dad?
Is he the villain of the story or a tragic anti-hero? Olgierd is nothing more than the janitor of our own hearts. Our hearts of stone.
To me, Gyarados is a model of perseverance and determination: something I’ve had to work at regularly in my own life, as well.
Maybe this essay isn’t all about Red. It’s about the world he helped create. About the safe harbor he helped me find.
Hanzo is the epitome of self-loathing, falling into a dark mental space following all the ugliness with his brother and family. Despite that, though, he never stops trying to find redemption and overcome himself.
Maybe it is defending Kratos that drew me closer to him, maybe it is the anger we both had trouble controlling, or maybe it was the fact that both of us are bald.