Happy.
Was I happy?
Yes I was very much the happiest you could be.
But no, you were.
Happy.
I was happy.
Happier than you.
Or at least we thought.
I was.
Happy.
I never did, you sickening fool.
It was only your mind.
Saying I was this abomination,
Happy.
Stop it, this isn't like you.
It's not you.
You know it's me.
You know I'm your true abomination,
Happy.
So this is the time that we discuss this foul deed?
This can't be the truth
But I'm not exactly sure why it shouldn't be.
It's not the time in any way.
To be,
Happy.
I believe it should end.
It's painful for me to do so, but I had to.
This isn't very.
Happy.
You are such a liar.
What a typical remark from someone like you.
Someone who can't be.
Happy.
But what is this?
Just a state of mind.
Why is it so important?
There must be a reason for this,
Happy.
It's despicable for you to even think that.
It's not right.
What you're doing is wrong.
You can't be.
Happy.
I would dare to go to lengths of millions of miles to prove this wrong.
But I'm incapacitated by your greed.
Your greed that hangs on my soul like a parasite.
It's not.
Happy.
This mindless selfishness.
It's not me that's causing this war.
You can't say that at all,
I'd never willingly be.
Happy.
To end this would end my life.
Which I know would make you very much the creature you feared.
That creature which isn't the same.
That creature.
So.
Happy.
Happy.
Happy.