I'll kill. And kill. And kill. I'll kill however many people, stain my hands with their blood as much as possible, if it means bringing my most beloved person back from the hell known as the abyss…
I aim my gun at that man with a trembling hand. He grins, as if he was amused. He knows. He knows. I can't do it. I can't shoot. No matter how much I hated him, and wanted to kill him, I couldn't. Because… This would be the world that Oz returns to. If I were to kill him… Oz would be hurt…
I want to know why. Why'd you drag him down into the abyss? Why do you hate him so much?
…Never show your face in front of him again or I'll kill you…
He returned . He came back. 10 years later… My precious master… finally returned…
With that black rabbit, he pulled himself out of that darkness. And yet, I couldn't do a thing… I couldn't even save my master…
He no longer needed me… I just wanted to be needed by him…
Was that really it?
He came again. He dared show his face in front of Oz again… I hated that man. I hated him. I hated him. I hated him. I had to kill him. I had to kill all enemies of my master. I couldn't. I ran after him anyway.
It was the same as before. I aimed my gun at him, and he smiled. I wanted to shoot. More than anything. But, this was the world that Oz had finally returned to.
I let him escape. I felt so useless and weak.
What was Oz doing now? He was either crying or putting on his mask of toughness. Idiot… how am I supposed to know if I'm not there with him? He had called my name before I left him… I slowly made my way back to him in shame and guilt.
He was smiling so happily. I became mad at him then.
Hey, Oz… You don't have to act tough and cheerful all the time. When you're sad, you can act sad. You don't have to carry that burden all on your own. I'll be here for you. I'll always be… Don't you know that?
I needed him. He no longer needed me. He relied more on others now… I'll kill anyone who gets in our way…
I become more and more desperate. These aren't my thoughts.
Whose are they?