The strong live, the weak die. That's what Sama taught me, and it's proven true to this day. I am strong. I am strong! I have been ever since they pushed me over the edge. I believe in Sama's words so strongly. So why now am I starting to doubt him?
I've started writing letters. I've needed a new hobby anyway. One can only get so much entertainment out of killing the weak. It becomes boring after a while, it really does. Writing letters like this one are tiresome though, writing to no one.
"Sojiro-kun, you've been so quiet lately, what's gotten into you?"
"It's nothing of concern Shishio-sama."
"Whatever it may be, don't let it distract you!"
"I am not so careless as you to let something like this get to me Yume-san."
"Why you little-" I had made her angry. She would never make it as a swordsman with the way she lets her emotions get to her. She grabbed the front of my hakama and pulled me toward her. I believe it was to gain my full attention. "Don't you dare speak to me like that ever again-"
"Yume-san, you're only proving my point." I smiled at her like usual but strangely, it only angered her more. Shishio-sama was amused at this display. Whether he was laughing at Yume-san or myself, it did not matter.
"Come now Yume, let the boy alone. He does have a point, and he knows his priorities. Nothing will change that."
"Of course Shishio-sama."
Shishio-sama is very understanding, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here right now. I would still be with those people I once called my family. The feeling wasn't mutual... It would be nice to have someone to send these letters to. I've been wondering if Shinomori-san would humor me and read these letters. Wouldn't it be fun if Haijime-san would agree? Maybe even the Hitokiri himself! I shouldn't let my imagination take me away like that... but what's the hurt in trying?