Wufei's Mask of Justice
I would follow my Nataku to the grave but instead I send others to her. It's justice I suppose but not the justice I want. My hands are dripping blood that cannot be washed away and all I want is to lay down next to my love and sleep with her forever.
Instead I burn in a freezing black fire of anger and pride. She was my warmth and without her my fire burns cold, my heart is ice and all I can seek is justice and death. So I will don my black mask and judge those worthy to die.
I used to be able to hold these feelings inside, locked and soothed away into the darkness but Maxwell has.... stopped. Just stopped and with him tumble the rest of us, like a child's blocks. I watch as his eyes burn colder than I, as his heart biulds a wall that only death will conquor and I find myself caring.
Only a bit and only for a moment. There is not enough there to hold my attention and need for justice. After all what justice could that braided child hand me? No, it is best I stick to Nataku, worship her and hope she allows me to join her soon.