A new humankind...
That's what Leon wants, what he goes after. That's his dream.
He reminds me of a poet, of the one that claimed he was in love with the moon and the night. He was talking about somen, of course, two women.
One had red hair and green eyes, pale, soft and smooth skin, unreal, perfect, and divine, but she was a woman he met in dreams. The other was the woman he met in reality, flawed, with scars tattoed on her skin by life, but she was beyond his reach; and at that distance, he couldn't see her flaws, she remained perfect and divine.
One was the woman he will always love, his platonic love, the love he will pursue forever, his muse while the other was the woman he loved and he kept her at a safe distance, half-revealed, half-hidden.
He claimed that it was how it must be
