Chapter 11

Ah, so this is a dream... I suppose nothing ever changes. A dream of the future, a memory of the past.

I watched, through eyes which were both mine and at the same time not, as a tragedy far worse than anything I had ever experienced transpired. It was at this time that I made my vow, that I hardened myself to do what needed to be done, no matter what.

This one-sided thinking often cost me.

I've always wondered whether I was doing the right thing. Childish, some may call me, for willing to go this far over a simple grudge. I don’t care. Childish I may be, but there are some things I will never forgive.

For an ending—my ideal ending—to occur, I need to sacrifice them all. Without fear or remorse. ‘Killing is wrong?’ Those were the words of an impassioned fool. So what, save strangers and leave friends to die? No. That will never happen, no matter which personality I assume. If I don’t do this, nothing will ever change.

Besides, it’s not like I’m the one needed to perform th