About

You know, I really hated you. I hated your hypocritical voice saying you loved this cursed power, even though you had to live with the constant risk of going berserk. I hated your achievements and your skill, which I could never catch up to no matter how hard I struggled. You always said it. That emotions have the power to change people. You were always trying to convince me. But I always thought emotions were useless. That they were just obstacles blocking my path to the top. I'm always curious. I'm more rational and realistic than you, so why was I always lacking compared to you? You didn't look like you were fighting hard, you didn't even look desperate, yet you were better than me. It drove me crazy. So I bullied you on purpose. I spat sharp words at you and hid your equipment. But you didn't break. You knew I was the culprit behind everything. And yet, you shielded me and spoke to me kindly. You're so hypocritical. I'm sure you were cursing me out on the inside. I desperately, so desperately wanted you to disappear from the Center. It was a surprise. God, who had always ignored me, actually listened to me for the first time. One day, you disappeared from the Center strangely quietly. But I didn't ask anything about you. It was what I wanted so badly, so why bother digging into it? I was happy without you. Being number one at the Center, and having no one to annoy me with small talk during training. Except for one thing. Like a curse, I kept hearing your laughter from somewhere. I was so angry—why were you still haunting me even after you were gone? I cursed you and insulted you. I finally had everything I wanted, so it was truly irritating that you kept appearing. I even thought about getting revenge if I ever saw you again, though I didn't think that would happen. But. But, you see. Why do you look like that, returning to the Center after six years? ...The person with those hollow eyes, that's not you.