Orihara Izaya
You overdid it again.
You took your curiosity too far
So far, that you can't head back now.
You optimist.
How does it feel to play god?
What kind of god have you chosen to be?
No, you're right. Let's talk about your human side
After all, you are human.
It's not the simple curiosity that drove you so far.
Although, let's face it, you were a curious boy
But no.
What made you panic?
Whatever it was, it made you long for the one thing every human being cannot get a true hold of
Control
Now, it may be that a boss has some control among his employees
And, yes, the teacher does have some control over students
And of course parents have an uneasy grip on control on their children.
Then why didn't you want to be one of these?
Because you want complete control.
Physical control isn't enough for you, is it?
You want the ability to control lives, losses, emotions.
Interesting, considering that you yourself said that was impossible.
But, everyone is entitled to their dreams.
It's a shame you found out too late that gods work alone.
What? Consider Greek Gods?
Oh, haha, I quite like them.
Yes, I suppose they interact. But they split power.
If you were ever to obtain complete control,
Would you ever be willing to share that?
Of course you wouldn't. You're just a child after all.
A child playing god all by himself.
A child who forgot he was playing.
You corrupted your own mind, you know that?
All those complexions that some long for remain inside of you.
And you can't fit in.
It's not because you're different. Everybody in the world is different.
It is perhaps because your difference is noticeable.
While other humans have small quirks and characteristics to separate them a slight bit, your difference consumed you whole.
If you think about it, you are your difference.
Haha, does that make sense?
I wonder...
Anyways, your difference is an ugly scar in a superficial world.
A scar you can't get rid of.
You're branded, Mr. Information Broker.
For a game you forgot to stop playing
For a game, that now, you couldn't stop playing if you wanted to.
So you continue playing.
Let's say gods exist, Mr. Information Broker.
That they had a form.
It's sad, your life.
Sometimes I consider crying for you
Because no one else will.
So gods exist.
And humanity denies you because they don't understand you.
Therefore, you are socially shunned by humanity.
The gods don't even notice you because you are insignificant to them.
You're not even shunned by them.
Not quite human, not quite god.
It's a lonely life out there, Mr. Orihara.
You're brave enough to smile the way you do.
You're daring enough to have your revenge on humanity the way you do.
You love humans
Because they don't love you back.
Or is it something else?
Ah, I won't prattle on the subject if you don't want me to.
I'll let you get back to playing.
You have a busy life, after all, playing god.
It's harder than it looks right?
And you can't share your troubles with anyone
I suppose you can, but they wouldn't understand you.
No one will ever understand you.
But you understand them.
Is that why you love humanity?
Ah! Right! No prattling!
I'll let you play your game
On a peddle stool
Out of reach.
You overdid it again.