The last Puppeteer's diary ~ 17 ~
Freedom is all we have. All we have been given. Everything begins with freedom and ends on it, the baby and the dead man are absolutely free, and a man should keep what was given to him. We need to carry our freedom through life like a banner. And that's what i teach them, and they will be free - some when, somehow... I believed it then. And what's about now? Do I still want to teach someone something? Or I'm just acting out of habit, like the whirling dancer who will not stop until it runs down.
