It sees all, and all it sees makes it wish it was blind.
But wishes are for creatures who can hope, and it cannot hope either, so it hates instead.
Resurrection of the body is for saints and God, but Zero Two is not a saint, even though it has a halo, and it does not wish to be God, because God is love and love is the greatest lie that Zero Two has ever known.
It is a mortal sin to smile when others are sad. Misery is the surest way to salvation.
Let me help you suffer, it wants to say, even as a little red river drips down its face, because somehow, despite the Band-Aid, the space where its first eye was ripped from its socket has not healed, and it gapes open like a screaming mouth, giving silent voice to the words that Zero Two cannot say for itself: to become nothing is to become everything and you cannot die if you do not exist.
Zeroes and circles never end, and because it is both, in name and in bleeding bandaged broken body, it orbits eternity, a little soul, a little star, a little consumer of worlds.
(In the end we will be one—)
It was killed once, and it tried to stay dead-may perpetual light shine upon them-except when perpetual light got too bright Zero sent out Dark Matter to swallow the Sun, but happiness cannot exist without the other side of its coin, so misery was born again and as it came out of the sweet nothingness it wept like a child.
(- I've lost my will to heal until-)
A second life, wings and halo and a smile like the blade of a razor, chiseled into a being reborn into the carcass of itself.
(-the void I fill-)
Risen again to fight the sin of joy and the plague of love, oh these circles are never-ending-
(-is done. )
-and not even the bandage can hold the pieces of itself together.