Why do you hold me, my sweet murderer? Does my trickling blood feel that good on your skin?
Why do you look at me like so, do I look that pitiful with these deep crimson stains and my eyelids involuntarily, painfully fluttering?
I don't want your pity, you idiot.
Tell me, why does your grasp feel so warm and strong?
And why are your eyes so void... also so sad, my dear killer?
Are you somewhat attached to me; the ugly, worn out rag doll that serves you no more entertainment... is it true, little boy? What a poor fate you gave a useless toy, then.
And you must be just as horrid as him, Erika, because you somehow like it.
I solved the mystery of the Rokkenjima Mass Murders..! I'll die with this last bit of knowledge, having exerted my little gray cells for the last time. But, this hurts... a-a lot...
Can you hear me..? I can't see you very well anymore... Are those still your hands holding me?
Those hands...covered in my blood?
Ahahaha.. The irony. I would laugh dryly should a knife not be jabbed into my chest and my breathing not so labored. I would jab a finger in his direction and announce him as the culprit if I wasn't paralyzed in my weakness.
Can you hear me laughing, Battler? Can you hear me... laughing at you..!
Those eyes... they were just deep blue lakes, clear and still, just as empty as mine were going to be.
Ahaha~... You're just as dead as me, aren't you..!
You're nothing but an empty body whose soul is being torn apart and feasted upon, after all.
So, I pity you, Battler.
Maybe it really was all useless.
If he was my prince, and I was his princess, this was a sick fairytale.
And I never even liked fairytales.
But, maybe, it just didn't matter anymore.
Maybe that was why, when his lips pressed oh-so gently against mine, I found it hard not to grin inwardly.
Aah, idiot.
So you did love that one rag doll after all, no?
Maybe that was also the reason why in that same moment when his crimson hair clashed with my blue, I liked it.
Maybe that was why, when my dear murderer held me and I could hear his heartbeat, I didn't mind that my own was ceasing.
It just didn't matter. Not anymore.
I'll close my eyes now, Battler, so I can strip you of the satisfaction to see them as empty as yours, because I'm not as dead as you are.
...and since it's all going to end now, my dear murderer, you'll never have to know that I somehow loved you back.