"It's like you see right through me" you speak softly looking at the blue-haired captain in the eyes, not looking away for even a second you continue "so tell me, do you really even love me?" . . . All your life you've been told you were weak, that you wouldn't be able to succeed, that you don't stand a chance out there. All these things were told to you only because you didn't have a vision, but that didn't mean you were weak. You had one dream and you weren't going to let it go to shit all because of what people assumed.