The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

I'm sure I have no right to be happy.

I know what you mean.

It's something I understand.

I am more aware of this than anyone else.

Close the lid and countless' eyes' will float.

Many of the people I've sacrificed.

Irrelevant folk grass on this hand.

I've been a stepping stone, my men.

They're still smoking in me.

In me, looking at everything about me. I'm staring.

Strange, I never thought it was depressing.

Naturally, I think so.

Because that's all I've done.

Driven by jealousy, he fell on my father.

Betrayed at the end of it, killed it, and cried as much as his voice could.

Now I was so trapped in madness that I thought I would, I did as much evil as I could think of. I was the evil everyone thought I was. It ended in evil itself.

So, naturally.

Naturally resented, naturally hated.

Naturally I can't be happy.

At least I wouldn't stop thinking so myself.

- Well.

I'm sorry I made you listen to your ugly monologue.

Can you tell that everyone is my brother?

You want to follow his story.

So apologize first, I'm sorry.

From here on out, my story.

Once neglected by [chaos] and the world.

An ugly monster who lives in despair of everything in the world, eventually and now.

I don't deserve to be happy.

It doesn't reach the happy ending at all.

But I live now.

That's my story.