Ezra

"Who are you? What are you? Your very existence itself a paradox. Your kind once rejected a long time ago. Who are you? What are you? Your very existence itself is blasphemy. Your kind an enigma that defies the law of identity. Day, and night. Hot, and cold. Where the Morokai are, the Deva cannot be, for one would surely drive the other away. But you my child, are both. To the world you are an anomaly; an aberration—to the world you are a monster. And if this world judges you, a creation borne of love, to be execrable... then a monster such as you is exactly what this world needs. Spread you...