First I had a pretty good vision
But then they locked me up
And blinded me !
But I kept my heads on my shoulders
Even though they drugged me...
Then I played the role of my life (and death)
And came back both weak and strong
With visions of my past selves
Who am I? Also, I have a buddy:
As for me, I didn't like school
I got in trouble with the Law
And was torn to pieces
I got blood on my... hands
Really, I killed hundreds !
A victim in two different centuries
And a harbinger of Chaos
Now I survive, glimpsing on my past mistakes
Who is he?