In those days...I loved you without understanding.
Alone in that hell, I didn't understand anything, But I...I loved you even then.
You never knew, but you were the shadow that would enshrod me, hiding me from that hateful light, taking away the blatent truth of their hate. You were the conforting darkeness-my most precious person...
But then you left, and that horrible light surrounded me again
so bright it hurts my eyes, makes me see how terrible I am-
a monster, a demon child
I had to leave with Ero-sensei, to get away from the hate that saturated our village, and so I could become strong, to save you.
You who needed no saving, you who wanted no saving.
But I, didn't want to lose my darkness,
is that so selfish?
To want to not be alone?