It seems like we spent a long time together, but it wasn't. It was actually pretty short. Too short. So I kind of know, but I kind of don't know what I want to say. He was friendly, easy to talk to, and smart. He could do anything and was reliable. I thought he was perfect. But maybe I just didn't realize what his faults were. He might have been hiding his flaws.
Normally, as people love and are loved, they feel happiness. When I am hated by people, that is when I feel happiness. And then I want to tear apart and inflict unimaginable harm to the things I love. But is that really all that strange, I wonder?
I actually don't think something like perfection exists. That is I think why we are born able to absorb things... and by comparing ourselves with something else we can finally head in a good direction.
So now we know her past. So what? It doesn't have anything to do with us. We have to be nice to her just because she's had a rough past? You've got to be kidding.
Youmu or Spirit Warrior... In the end, none of that really matters. Nor does the question of who you are. All that matters is to be close to the ones you care about.
Even if mistaken, even if cruel, even if stupid, if many people acknowledge it, I found out that it can become the right thing. I found out that righteousness was able to be infinitely mass-produced. I found out that righteousness was established by the number of people. I found out that maneuvering for a majority was everything.
I can't forgive myself. I wanted something to happen without doing anything myself! I have to do it. I have to do it all... Or I can't even stand by her side!