More than weapon.
More than monster.
More than M.U.S.E.
Water presses.
Time slips.
Death approaches.
But for first time...
First moment...
My first choice...
I know what I am.
I know what I want.
I know what matters.
Not their experiment.
Not their weapon.
Not their monster.
Just Nyx.
Just protector.
Just friend.
Stare at glass again.
Hope again.
Truth.
Save all.
Protect all.
Remember all.
Because that's what family does.
What friends do.
What humans do.
They made me weapon.
But they forgot:
M.U.S.E.s can choose purpose.