[D1, LE, Confessional] Why Am I Here?

[Camilo Batista]

Camilo sat in the chair and stared at the camera a few moments before starting.

"Today was a very exciting day. Lots of... interesting people here in the house, in the contest. I see their powers, their presence, and I wonder if I should be here. I am a simple man. I leave my home, I go to the Institute to learn to be better. But what I do is not so fancy, not so special maybe. I heal people and I hurt people. I think this is enough, but maybe now not so much. I am the little fish in the big pond. Maybe I go, work in a clinic or in a gym and play my songs...:

He is silent for a moment, grooming his mustache while he thinks. "The others, the contestants. Some good, some bad." Camilo leans forward in the chair, frustration becoming apparent on his face, "The ones like the Little D, I wonder why they are even allowed here. I think first why am I here, but now I think why are they here? For fame, for money? What kind of Elite take the name disaster? We are trying to stop the disasters. No? Trying to save people from them."

Settling back into the chair, Camilo brings a leg up over his knee, his foot bouncing with nervous energy. "I stay and see. Maybe I make it maybe I do not. My mestre, he tells me, 'Do not lose the fight before it begins, you make them beat you, don't beat yourself.'" His foot stops bouncing and drops back to the floor. "I am not the best at not beating myself, but still I do my best to beat them."

With a nod, Camilo stands up and heads off to his room.