Oh Tei, your life is a mess. It's no wonder we get along so well. All you talk about is that annoying little boy Len Kagamine. Did you ever consider the fact that maybe I want to talk about us?

I find it very strange that you almost never talk about yourself. It's always Len this and Len that. I know I shouldn't hate him, but sometimes I want him out of the way.

He doesn't care about you, Tei. I care about you. I love you with all my heart. You don't need him. You never needed him. Why don't you understand that?

Remember the time we spent together when we were young? Everyone thought- no, everyone knew- that you were crazy, so I was the only one who played with you.

Sometime I wonder if I'm a narcissist. I see myself in your eyes, in your devotion to others. Nobody else understands us, but who cares about them? The only thing that matters to me is you. I love your caring personality, your beautiful snow white hair and your blood red eyes that always lure me towards you. Remember when Len made a joke about your hair supposedly making you look old? After that everyone laughed at you, calling you a witch.

Then again, you do have something in common. You're both obsessed with someone. He loves Rin and is willing to do anything for her. I've already talked about your obsession.

Now, you're probably wondering why I have you in chains. Please don't call what I did kidnapping. Your situation is more complicated than that. You're in my basement because I want to make sure you be mine and mine alone, at least until I have to say goodbye to you. No, you're not moving houses, but I'll never see you alive again in a minute or two.

I-I'm not crying. I'm fine. It's you I'm worried about. Do you really want to live your life in love with someone who will never love you back? I certainly don't. Maybe I should die as well.

Please don't look at me with those pitying eyes. You know what those eyes can do to me. You know what? I don't love you. I hate you with all my heart. I hate your obsession with Len, I hate your unstable personality and I hate how much you remind me of myself!

Oh, what am I saying? Here, take the key. You can escape from here. I have one request. Please kill me. If I'm going to die I want it to be because of you. A kiss on the cheek would also be nice.

Thank you. Goodbye, my love.