We're all just chess pieces.
Can't you see?
Whoever is up there, they're looking down on us like pawns; we're just their play toys.
"Choice", you say, don't make me laugh. There's no such thing, you silly child. No such thing at all. It's all that person up in the clouds, playing puppet master, pulling your strings.
Did you really think it was you? Really, truly?
You're sillier than I thought, child.
Whoever's up there made this world as their board. They threw together pieces of black and white and decided that the king should be with the queen and that the rest were just throwaways.
Then, what are we you ask?
Stupid, silly child, we are the black and they are the white and it is the way of the world for us to clash. We were born to fight. We were born to lose.
You know that, right?
We don't get a choice in what we say or do, or what we become. We have no choice at all. No, no, no. We are just the pawns. They pick everything. They tell as what we'll like, how we'll dress before we're even born.
Come now, you really thought that was your personality?
No that was just another piece of them playing itself within its pawns.
And, you and I, we both know we're neither the king nor the queen. You do know that, right? We're just the throwaways. In the end, we don't matter at all, for that's not what they want from us. They just want us to play the little black pawns, the ones in the back that have no affect on the real game. Yeah, that's us. Just the stupid pawns.
Have you figured it out yet, child?
Pawns don't have a choice.