They tell me you're dead. You can't be dead, Seifer. I need you. My rival, my mirror, my other half. I don't know what you are. My perfect enemy, everything I might want to be along with everything I do not want to be. I don't know. But I know you shouldn't be dead.

I know you're stronger than that, Seifer. They tell me you killed yourself, but I don't believe them, because I know you. You're stronger than that, and besides, you know you're not allowed to leave me. They don't understand that we never hated each other. They don't even believe I have the ability to love, let alone that I could love you, in whatever tangled way I did and still do.

Yes, Seifer, I love you. You know it anyway. Come back. You're not allowed to play dead in a fight, remember? You've got to keep moving, keep fighting, keep fighting till you win. And with us, we're always fighting, perfectly balanced. And when one side of the balance swings, the other tips to balance it. I can't balance if you're dead.

In that fight we had, the last fight before everything went wrong, that was the height of our balance. You and me, perfect rivals, perfect enemies... we could have been perfect lovers, if I had been ready to admit then what I freely say now. Seifer, I love you, come back. You scarred me to prove that I belong to you, that I am your rival, bound to you. And then I scarred you in return, tightened our bonds. And on that bond I call you now. Come back, and face me, and tell me why the hell you did this.

Don't disappoint me, Seifer. Come back. Remember how you need, how I need, how we need each other.