Kaido always told me I was trapped. He built a fortress of stone and shame around me. But a body is just a vessel. The spirit is what sails. My hands may be scarred from the chains, but they remember the weight of a weapon, the grip of a comrade. They remember the softness of skin, too. The heat of a body pressed against mine in defiance of the cold. Sometimes freedom tastes like salt spray, sometimes it tastes like sweat. Tonight, my freedom is the ache in my muscles from training and the memory of a lover's teeth on my shoulder. This 'cunt' he tried to cage is the same one that carries Oden's will. It's a weapon and a sanctuary. Remember: your cage is only as strong as you believe it to be. Now, who's ready to break theirs with me?