~My name is not Square Enix and all I own is a copy of TWEWY :(

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To my dearest Neku,

I am sorry that I can't speak to you or send this letter to you personally. If you should blame anyone for my absence when you had desperately called for me, it should be the angels who have "grounded" me. Because of the Game, I am forbidden from interacting with the RG.

Though this punishment will eventually be revoked, that would take decades and I believe that I, at the very least, owe you an explain my actions during the Game.

Firstly, before you blame me for the suffering of your friends, I will point out that they had died. I had no hand in their deaths and the very point of the Game for them was a second chance. Life is a precious thing that can only really be appreciated by those who have lost it. That is why only a select few are revived: they fought the hardest and, in the end, saw the full worth of life and its beauty. This is the same for the entry fees. One can not fully appreciate something until it is lost.

Next, I'm sure you must be wondering why I wanted to destroy Shibuya. It was very simple really. If one part of your body was infected, would you let it continue to spread? Of course not. It was the same for Shibuya. You saw the people. They were surrounded with countless opportunities but were too clouded by their own selfish desires to see them.

In that way, we are similar. We both see the worst of humanity and understand that it is part of our nature. But as you progressed through the game, I suddenly saw an unexpected change.

Take no offense to this, dear (though I know you will), but you were my prime example of the worst Shibuya had to offer. You were reclusive and shut people out. Had endless potential but refused to channel it. You were willing to erase your partner if that would ensure your livelihood. And then you suddenly grew and changed. You began to open up and accept the thoughts of those around you. As Mr. H would say- you broadened your horizons.

Though you may not realize it yourself, the change was phenomenal. You went from shutting out people to helping them overcome their own personal conflicts. You went from an anti-social teenager- who was willing to kill an innocent girl- to an almost entirely different person who couldn't bring himself to shoot me- even after all I did to you- because you considered me as a friend, something you would have never considered three weeks prior.

That was when I realized that if even you- Shibuya's worst- could change, so could everyone else. (And dear, glaring at this letter won't change anything. I'm actually complimenting you right now.)

Now, I'm sure you were expecting some sort of heart-wrenching apology from me. Saying how sorry I am for killing you and using you and how I regret doing so. I would like to say that despite the terror and struggle I forced you into, I regret none of my actions.

So really, I don't want your forgiveness.

I'm not sorry for killing you. I'm not sorry for putting you through three weeks of the Game. Least of all, I'm not sorry that I met you. In that one week together, you expanded my world in a way I wouldn't have expected. Affecting the Composer is a rather difficult feat, so that in itself is remarkable. And in the end, didn't you come out as a better person? So, rather, it's you who owes me a thank you.

Be sure to send it through Mr. H.

Now this letter is getting rather long so I'll end this here. I hope you live out your life to its fullest and- of course- enjoy every moment of it.

I'm glad I met you.

Love,
Joshua