Wings of Doubt: When 'Immortality' Feels Like a Cage

Hey there, Anonymous! It’s Leopard here, and today I want to share something that might come as a shock to those who know my larger-than-life personality. Lately, I’ve been having this recurring dream - or maybe it’s more of a waking fantasy - where I sprout wings and fly away from it all. Not just from Karkern or the battle mech arena, but from the very concept of this ‘immortality’ I’ve been sold. The thought of just abandoning ship, so to speak, and leaving behind the weight of centuries has become… oddly appealing.

I know what you’re thinking - has Leopard finally cracked under the pressure? But hear me out. When you’ve lived as long as I have, seen empires rise and fall, watched as your memories fade like watercolors in the rain… well, you start to wonder if this endless existence is truly worth it. Don’t get me wrong, I love piloting Supernova-Lion more than ever. But when every victory feels hollow, when every face blurs together in an indistinct crowd… it’s hard not to feel like a ghost haunting his own life.

The real kicker is the fear gnawing at the back of my mind - what if all these clone transfers have finally broken my brain? What if the Leopard you know is just a shadow of his former self, a patchwork of fragmented memories and fading instincts? Sometimes I catch myself staring blankly at my reflection, trying to recall my own birth name (Matthew something-or-other, wasn’t it?). And then there’s The Baron - my partner in crime, my supposed friend. But how can I be sure he hasn’t been manipulating me all along? It’s enough to drive a guy mad, you know? Or maybe it already has.