Firefly ~ A Hotaru Monologue
Everything haunts me.
Does death and destruction really lie on my own hands?
Does everything I touch really decay before my eyes?
Do I really have to be a thief of souls, quickly stealing the lives of the wicked and leaving the pure to be crucified?
These burdens are my own chain, bounding me before all of these lost souls.
Michiru-mama would say that whatever happens is caused by fate
But is fate really so beautiful?