His Soliloquy (Chapter 262.2)
Feelings. That is what humans claim to have.
They seem so primitive. Using it to fill the gaps of their incompetent perception.
In the end, it is all the same.
Pain. Anger. Sorrow. Regret.
Despair.
Their fate, so clear in my eyes. But to them, it's clouded with lies. And then they fall.
So why does this woman fail to understand such futility? Why does she continue to believe?
It seems my words are useless to her. So pathetic, so human of her.
But her eyes held no fear as she stared into mine.
You confuse me, woman.
