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WARNING: Experimental piece. Some parts may still be unreadable.
All I can hear… is your voice.
.
.
.
.
.
"If we knew each other back then…
"Do you think we could've been friends too?"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"HYAHHHH!"
/
"It must have been so horrible and traumatic for you.
"I saw you get so upset that you weren't even you anymore.
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"You have to understand…
"For the people who love you…
"Watching you be in that much rage and pain is really scary…"
/
"Who…
"Who are you?"
"My name is u•ò‰ÛŒã—ÖŠ '†"Å v‚ð‚²
/
"One of the good things about being blind is that I don't have to waste my time worrying about appearances.
"I don't care what I look like.
"I'm not looking for anyone's approval.
"I know who I am."
/
"I will never, ever turn my back on people who need me!"
"…"
"I'm going down to the village, and I am gonna do whatever I can."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Wait…"
"…"
"I'm coming too."
"I thought you didn't want to help."
"You need me.
"And I will never turn my back on you."
" u•ò‰ÛŒã—ÖŠ ' You really do have a heart."
/
"Ok, ok, calm down.
"I didn't mean what I said.
"Look, maybe I just said it because I was a little…
"…jealous."
/
"You know, ¡ƒZ [ƒu‚ɂ‚¢‚Ä I don't care what everyone else says about you.
"You're pretty smart."
/
"I have to regain my honor.
"You can't stop me ¡ƒZ [ƒu‚ɂ‚¢‚Ä"
"You need to regain your honor?
"Believe me, I get it.
"I'm going with you."
/
"…"
"…"
"You look terrible."
"I waited out here all night."
"What do you want?"
"I know who killed your Mother-"
"?!"
"-and I'm going to help you find him."
"…"
/
"Thank you, ¡ƒZ [ƒu‚ɂ‚¢‚Ä"
"I think I'm the one who should be thanking you."
/
All I can hear… is your voice.
…
Your name…
Your face…
…everything is so blurred.
Who were all those voices?
And all those words…
Were they spoken by the same person?
…
No.
They weren't.
…
Then… who…?
I guess it doesn't matter who said it.
They're nothing more than a name.
A label.
A pawn for anyone to use.
…
I'm starting to sound like her.
But then again…
Maybe this part of me has always been here.
And has just been repressed.
Undercovered.
…
It's strange.
Strip away the name and face…
And you're not sure who's a traitor anymore.
I'm so sorry.
You deserved so much better.
That's why…
…
I have to do this.
…
…
…
I accept the deal.