I hate you, Kouta.
I hate you for what you were, what you are and what you will be.
I hated you since the moment I saw you.
You tricked me in to believing that you liked me.
I hate the entire human race and I hate you.
Every time I look at the stars, I see the souls of the ones I've killed. They watch me and they laugh at me. They left their bodies and have ascended in to the heavens.
They have beaten me.
But I am still stuck here on this hell. I'm stuck in the same world as you, and that is why I hate this world – because I hate you.
That fake smile – I'll remember it. Those eyes that once made me happy in the past – now they torture me. I won't forget that.
Every time I swing my vectors, every time I kill, I see your face. I see you screaming in agony and drowning a pool of your own blood.
It's all because of you. I kill because of you, I breathe because of you, and I live because of you.
…Because I hate you.
If I ever manage to find you, I'll kill you. I won't kill you first though. I won't even begin to list the things I'll do to you before I kill you. Yuka won't even recognize you after I'm through with you.
… And …
…if I die before I kill you, at least I'll know that you'll be dead some day, some where.
…Because death is inevitable.
I chuckle at myself at the thought of even having a mote of affection for you. If I loved you, I would still be killing, still be breathing, still be living. I would still be getting closer and closer to you, but for a different reason: your love. You would never accept me, and I would never be fulfilled. I would never be happy.
…But if I hated you…I could finally be complete, knowing that I hurt so many people around you, caused you so much agony, and ruined your life. Your sorrow gives me joy.
I am getting closer to you, Kouta.
The same stars that you see also gaze down upon me. I hope that the night I kill you is cloudless and clear so that they can watch me mutilate you.
That would make me happy.