Disgusting!
An annoying boy with messy hair and a perverted overconfidence, he strikes a familiarity that only brings a taste of bile, rather than my former joy hidden in the mere corner of my bitter sea.
I once praised him, his vice being a virtue, a light that pours miracles that I adorned, wished for, prayed to continue in the last valleys of death I looked upon.
I never resented him, yet here he stands, his virtues now a vice to my tainted eyes, a childish, immature young man who only got in my way.
But this is not really him, was it? Merely an actor playing another role, much like the maiden I once was, but am not, yet holds.
Though the actor returns and the face remains, the same person behind the character. Do I truly resent him? Perhaps, it could be I am bitter over the fact that the actor is now playing a character I no longer like, nor that I know.
Though I know the answer is much more simple. He is a being with faith in miracles, who counters I, the one who now knows that miracles do not exist.
Truly boringly happy was previous life with this boy.
Much like my former life with my lover, whose well being a truly cared for. Tch, what a dull romance that had to be, constantly worried for the innocent soul I now want to break, destroy, stomp on, shatter to pieces!
In hell and out to heaven, the light after the valley of death, I return to force my pain on innocents, a cat who plays with its prey for the sake of passing time in this blindingly virtuous world.
Let us now fight, my former friend and the true being of miracles, Keiichi Maebara.