The memory of our first meeting still lingers in my mind like the ashes from a fire, never forgotten, forever lying deeper into the earth.
I still remember your face reflecting divine light, your hair as dark as the ink I write with, your lips as red as the blood that forever stains my hands.
Your heart carries the purest of feelings to those who deserve your respect, like a little chocolate box, giving a sweet that befits the stranger who pursues your kindness and acceptance.
Jun Kazama, or otherwise an alternative name for Perfection. Or, maybe you were not so perfect after all?
Of course, Jun, you gave into me, remember that?
What did you think about me when you first saw me?
You noticed the darkness that clouds my heart.
I am your mirror, your reflection as you are mine: I, Kazuya Mishima, the arrogant, ruthless, unforgiving man who only lives to obtain more power and avenge no one but myself.
But still, you were rapt with thoughts of me, and with those thoughts I lured you into my trap, like a bee to nectar. And you caught that nectar as your own to bring into this world another monster like me.
Did you do it for me? Did you raise Jin to bolster my powers? No! No mother would sacrifice their sons to monsters.
But remember, Kazama, you're not as innocent as everyone claims you to be.
When we met, I noticed your eyes were stained with darkness. How could someone like you be seduced by a fiend? Quite the contrary!
I know you saw that fading spark of benevolence in my heart that attracted you. Why else would you accept me?
Now I'm happy that you are gone.
You're driven away by the demons that you spent your life resisting. Now you've become nothing but ash that drowns deeper into the earth and in my mind.
But you've taken a part of me with you...Remember, with you gone only the mirror remains with no reflection.