Title:What Is Bad and What Is Good.
The loss of something is sometimes alright, sometimes bad. Depends on what is it that is lost. When the air left my lungs, I thought this is a bad loss, well, a bad loss for those who cared. When I lost my hand, I thought that was a bad loss. When I lost my life as a human, I wasn’t bothered. When I lost the chance to move freely amongst people as a human, I wasn’t that bothered. When I lost the security of my disguise, I was scared. But the loss of my friends was the worst of all.