Chandlier (he's a pretty boy)

Knives hurt.  I learned that my first day at school.

Even though I'm pretty.

I still learned it.

And our knives are designed to leave elegant, temporary scars.

Pretty.  Like me.

It's not that I don't like fighting.  It's just that I'm sickof my ribs and legs hurting, aching.  My face is never touched.

Because I'm pretty.

And I'm tired of it.  Everday I see the nobodies, Drimmel, Fraya, Lone.  I wonder what it's like.  No fights.  No bruises.

No fun.

Well, it's not always like that.  Everday I see Drimmel beat up, time and time again.  Lone has that scar under his skin.

I think I'd rather be pretty.