The World is Full of Questions
That's the answer Tokaku should have sent to the very first riddle Kaiba gave her. The world is full of questions that have no answers at all.
She looked again at the advance notice sitting so snug and sinister in her drawer, the one she had taken from the Orientation Room not long before.
I tore it up, she thought. I tore it up, and now it's back again. Maybe there is no escape after all.
Just for a while there, she had almost begun to believe. Stupid, impossible things; a way out of her cage as easy as Haru breathing life into her underwater. A future in which she didn't have someone's blood on her hands.
Only everything Haru breathed into her had quite possibly been a lie; nothing more than her own desperate manipulation to stay alive. She'd never been as innocent as Tokaku thought. She'd never been the answer to anything, just another tormenting question to drive her mad.
The only way for proving everything…
The only way. Her filthy assassin's way. The path her footsteps had been following all along, whether she knew it or not. Here she was at her final battle; a battle against her own cruel nature and already she had cast her humanity aside.
The sword gleamed in her hand, an unforgiving instrument of justice.
Am I going to kill her, or am I going to save her?
The world, Tokaku thought grimly, is full of questions.