Damn them all.
They always had something to hold onto and look forward to. All six of those hopeless idiots. None of them stopped to think, and when they did, reality struck them so hard, they quit thinking altogether.
Pathetic cowards, all of them. When the curse was casted on us, they kept their connections, continued to cling to hope, disregarding what we were all fated for. We are pain. We are destruction. We are despair.
And they just continue to ignore it. Trying not to drown in self-pity, all those lazy fools, never tried to get out of our pitiful condition. But I will. If only I were in Lal Mirch's place. I would give up everything just for that.
Every single one of them was meant to stay trapped in their illusion of happiness. After all, they are destined to be high, watch the earth from above without worries. While I, the mist, am the closest to earth, and separate one side from the other.
No, I will not be engulfed by the urge to relax! I must continue trying. I can't afford to slack off. Unlike them, I have money to collect, a job and many annoying colleagues to deal with, and a curse to break. Time is money, and I can't waste any of it.
Stay idle you fools, I'll fade away trying.
And what irony, I am the one to give up in the end. I'm glad that I could control how I died. Finally free from repulsive fear. As I crawled to that blonde idiot, I smirked. Then, taking out a storage box, I pulled off one of the objects that caused all my suffering off his chest and sealed it inside.
Our opponent cursed loudly as the box disappeared. At least I stopped those fools without a hint of insight from taking over. It would be devastating, having such people ordering me. But, I guess it doesn't matter anymore. Here lies the accursed Viper, indigo Arcobaleno.
