this place
was once a
temple.

a shrine to this
island's beloved
guardian

now it is
my prison.

but can't
you just...
break the
bars?

hah! when I
was younger,
maybe.

but now
this claw is
as brittle and
weak as the
rest of me.

it wouldn't
matter, anyway.

it wouldn't
matter, anyway.

to be feared,
to be hated...
life would be
no better up
there.

but I
don't
get it!

if you
protected
everyone,
how come
they're so
scared of
you now?

huah...

the power
to create...

...the power
to protect...

...and the
power to
destroy...

they are
not so far
apart.

when my
people saw...

...truly saw
what that power
looked like...

the day
I took a
soul...

...that was
the day I was
finished.

it wasn't
so bad.

I used to
have visitors.
Friends who
would slip me
books to read...
pastries from
the bakery...

that was
a very long
time ago.

no one
misses me now,
I am certain.

but I am sure
someone misses you,
my dear.

I have
to let
everyone
know I'm
okay!!

my dad...
oh no!

and your
mother?

whua--?
oh, no,
she's...

she...

ah...

forgive
me.

so many years without
a conversation, I was bound
to make a fool of myself.

I... I had a
dream about
her.

I am not
surprised!

this temple
is a site of
communion.

many once
came to dream,
to gaze inward,
to reunite with
the lost...

I know you
are anxious,
child.

you will
see the
surface
again.