>Nameless Faces (Who am I)
>An eternal cycle of Samsara. Chants of hope and despair alternate with each other.
>The ascent and decline. In memory, there remains only the lingering sound of Apocalypse.
>Oblivion. The future and the past turned to ash, all entombed with the birth of what's to come.
>Fate made me an exile, so what? I have a clear conscience, I feel worthy, and regret nothing. Why do you believe me to be unworthy? WHY MUST I KNEEL?
>Choosing between truths and lies, the real and the fake, has nothing to do with choosing between right and wrong.
>Who planted the karmic seeds in me, yet refused to reveal the ending?
>I was born in shackles without a way to break free.
>A disastrous defeat, and only a few lines of inscription remain on tombstones after the heroes' deaths.
>Legends feature too many fictitious elements in their stories.
>"What do you think?" the Prisoner asked the Puppet with a smile. "Which of us is more of a joke?"
>I'm covered in dirt from head to toe, so what?
>I don't feel guilty, and fear nothing. Why do you believe me to be unworthy? WHY MUST I KNEEL?
>Truths and lies, the real and the fake—who decides what is correct and what is wrong?
>I broke free from the shackles of Fate, tearing them with my own teeth.
>THERE'S NO SURVIVAL WITHOUT MADNESS.
>Buried in a secluded corner, I will be the only judge of my story.
>Is there anyone left, outside of this old story?
>"Hero. Divine. Puppet. Prisoner. Which of these things are you? Who are you?"
>"I am but one among a thousand faces inside this old story, defiant against my fate. That which you see... is me."
I'm guessing all Lord Ravagers are going to be mentally deranged schizos to some degree.