Won't start to riots and uprising. Sleep in the sun and breathe in the moonlight. A young thing as an old thing; there's a balance to it.

[ It has to have balance or she'd freak out a lot more than she first did when she realized that her mind only held her own thoughts. ]

Worried about it. Too much power, too much instability, not enough memories to keep it all in check. Already tired, already angry, already lost. Only had ourselves to our name and now ourselves are stripped too?

Why?