Pinocchio: Book 2 Chapter 3

Verse 1
Pinocchio was hurt.

There were the wisps he killed---

thoughts without form---

and then there was himself,

a form with no purpose.

He begged his staff for answers as he aimlessly wandered the Library.

"Where does good end and evil begin...

...in this crazy world?"

The staff could only snicker at the former puppet's distress.

Pinocchio:

Are there more like that one?

Parrah:

More than you could ever imagine!

Noya:

The Library is a Nightmare kaleidoscope!

Pinocchio:

What to do...

Verse 2
Look at me. Am I not sane?

I fight strange enemies in this insane world...

And carry with me this boorish staff.

Verse 3
Who's really the strange one here?

Verse 4
A coward's mind festers with doubt.

Only dummies think too much!

And all for naught, too!

Verse 5
I just want a nice, easy life

where I don't have to think.

That's all I ask.

Verse 6
Then I'll happily oblige ya, boy.

You need to killkillkillkill

killkillkillkillkillkillkill KILL!

Verse 7
Steal life and revive your author!

That's your only hope, boy.

It's all so simple! So easy!

Verse 8
Pinocchio listened.

And as he did, his anxiety dissolved.

It was almost like magic.

Verse 9
I'm through with thinking.

Verse 10
Pinocchio was disturbed.

The tiny dragon before him wept softly.

Its eyes turned to him, asking why.

As teardrops rolled down its cheeks,

Pinocchio realized how similar it was to the frightened dragon from before.

"Kill it.

Before it can have its revenge."

Pinocchio nodded silently in response to his staff's command.

Parrah:

Oh? Gonna fight?

Noya:

Pretty much have to, right?

Pinocchio:

The staff tells me to, so I will.

Parrah:

There you go again! It's the staff's fault!

Noya:

Everything you do! It's the staff's fault!

Dragon:

I'm scared... I'm really scared...

"I am a coward."

"So you finally noticed, did you?"

"I am trash."

"Yes! Always have been, too!"

"But I...

I don't like pain."

"That's why you have to kill! That's your purpose!"

A puppet's emotions can be so very, very selfish.

Discordant Poem
How pitiful...seeking relief from frenzy.

Who really knows what's right or wrong?

In the end, only have credence in yourself.

As long as you're not hurt,

that's all that matters.

Cowards always rely on others.