It is me, Argo.

That’s what they say. Well, I suffered some pain. I knew some pain before that, in my life. I even stayed for 7 years in the Navy to fight pain and stand up for aggression. But I never got that much hurt though. I got scratches and bruises in my trainings and practice. But I was always strong and fast and smart to avoid too much pain and injury. So I suppose those little amounts of pain, did make me stronger or maybe scared me to experience too much of it. However, I never said it, but I was quite convinced, that I was pretty much unbreakable. I never had a big fracture in my body. Apart from some little bumps on my ribs and yaws while sparring and fighting. So, I was cut in half, being separated from a crucial part of my physical self in the matter of minutes. Not because I was fighting or training or saving someone or even doing something stupid, but because of stepping in the wrong direction in the dark. The pain really hit me. I broke my back and smashed my head after 7 me...