Right… He was him, and nobody else. He was just plain old Di Tou, the most ordinary and mundane person, what made him think he was special? What right did he have? What right did he have to change the world, did he think he was someone unique?
No… he was just a beneficiary of the Voice…
Slumping down slightly, Di Tou felt some of his enthusiasm wane for a moment, as a barrage of negativity hit him. He was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person didn't have the right to dream. That was what the world was telling him right now, and just like an annoying voice he couldn't block out, the sounds kept echoing deeper and deeper into his mind, like a curse that he couldn't get rid of.
