"Hold on a second." James said, raising his head to look at Ace and Lily. "Mental illness? No, no, no. I don't have a mental illness." Then again, these people seemed to think he did have a mental illness, and one was a nurse. He clenched his fist slightly in slight anger. [i]No, James, no. Don't do that.[/i] He thought to himself. He unclenched his fist slowly. "Well, erm, I don't [i]think[/i] I have a mental illness. All I wanted was, was..." He stopped, and lowered his head once again. "I wanted respect. I wanted to be liked. Everyone hates me. They all hate me. I have been abused [i]all[/i] my life. Even by my own parents." By now, he was stuttering slightly, struggling to fight back tears. "All I have left now is Swift Lightening." James continues, patting the sword that sat in it's sheath. "I have nothing now. Nothing." There was one more thing that he needed to say. "My name is James Feryana, by the way."