Hatred is a disease and revenge is the antidote.
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Is it his hatred of the Mafia that excites you? Or his ability to take over people?
It's unnatural to fall for someone without a physical body. It's strange to feel compassion for someone who once tried to kill you, and yet you can't help it. You become consumed by his false illusions and dreams of his sick smile and deadly eyes. You don't realise how he controls you, you are the boss and yet he walks all over you, wrapping you around his little finger like a puppet. He comes to you at night in ghostly form and leaves you in pieces.
But you love it, don't you?
You love the torture and the nightmares, because you're weak. You don't need him, you shouldn't feel for him. You shouldn't want him or save him. You should be free of the chains he binds you with, you should be free to live a life without him or the constant pain and suffering he brings should have someone who will protect you and only you.
You should be with me.
But that will never be, will it? Because you love him. Because you're in love with that man and not me. I promise I will steal you away from him, I will get my revenge on him and take you for my own, Sawada Tsunayoshi. Count these days carefully, I will break you down and soon you will belong to me.
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Hear my warning pineapple, I will bite you to death.