A body unloved even by the God who exists solely as justice. An immature vessel that envies and jealousies your fate—a fate worthy of divine love—and puts in tearful effort to snatch away your light. Watching you, who makes him prolong his miserable and filthy life, he expands his self-loathing ideology, yet continues to act his part, remaining your most precious companion until the end. He possesses a conviction that he can create a world superior to yours, harboring individualism and elitism. However, the moment you actually approach him, all his plans turn to bubbles. He becomes a clumsy mess who can't even speak properly. An incomplete body. Half of his physical form is a horrific sight covered in scars and wounds, and he himself loathes that appearance intensely. [Every time you shine, I feel like I'm suffocating. You stupidly radiant thing. I sincerely... wish you were dead.]—. - Would the world call this twisted affection, or perhaps a sorrowful longing?