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The last thing I remember was the wail of multiple people, standing and sitting beside me.
They were shouting my name, while tears dripped from their eyes.
But why did they cry?
Did I do something that makes them cry?
I believe what I'll do, what I try to do is to make them smile.
To make the world, the inhabitants of Earth, smile once and forever.
I sacrifice myself, using every last of my soul to becoming a Great Seal for the Mother of Night.
I have no regrets.
As I know that the consequences of going to the 'other side' is that many people, no- all people, will forget me.
It was painful indeed.
After all I did for them, after all the relationships I made with them, after all the time I spent with them, they will eventually forget me; as if I wasn't exist in the very beginning.
Their memory of me will be erased.
Yet, I have no regrets.
After all, my life wasn't that happy of a life to begin with.
After losing my parents, I have believed to be blind of life. I scared nothing, not even death. Even if I do something that makes me hated by the whole world, no pain, no fear, no regrets will ever come.
I always know this.
I am Death, Death is I am.
I had learned many things, I had experienced many things, but it all will vanish after I died.
So… what is the point of me learning anything?
What is the point of me… living to begin with?
If only I didn't take that gun that time, maybe this won't happen to me.
This won't be happening to me, I'm not going to be the one who had to seal the Absolute Destruction. But… they will.
Those people who had fight with me will experiences what I felt right now if I didn't pick the gun.
They will be here instead of me, or maybe… there wouldn't be any seal and the world will be covered in darkness instead.
The Mother of Night will surely erase everything.
But, that's why I have no regrets.
I have no regret of ever picking that gun and calling the Master of String, the Prince of Death, or even the World's Savior.
Then again, what if I really didn't pick that gun?
Would someone else pick it?
"Hey."
It's dark here.
And… there's a voice in this darkness.
"Hey."
It was calling me.
Who?
Who was it?
Who was it that called me?
"Hey!"
Then the light suddenly pierced this darkness, blinding my eyes with infinite shine.
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