No. As you know, my class and I were once Enoshima's arrows of despair. We flew where she willed, thinking it our own will. In a way it was. I'm not entirely sure why we broke. But I remember the feeling that I was fostering despair and claiming it was in the name of hope's birth.
[He looks down at their joined hands as if seeing them for the first time. The sounds of war, where the wounded and the dying cry as loud as the fighters themselves echo in his ears. He smiles faintly.]
We were put into a program that removed our memories of that time all the way back to our very first day of school. A computerized version of Enoshima's mind was implanted and...
She set up a 'game' forcing us to kill each other. At the time I still believed that despair great enough could lead to hope. That the clash of everyone's hopes, might birth the Ultimate Hope. ...I found a file.
It told me all that we actually were. It wasn't a road leading to hope but a pathway to remaking us as even better weapons. I was still obsessed, alone, and I won't justify a single thing of what I did! You see... [He swallows and forces himself to look up into Red's eyes.]
When someone died in the 'killing game' we held a trial. That was the rule. We proved who did it, or we would all die. I sought to create a murder that none of them could solve.
I didn't want to live. Not with what I'd done or what I was. Nor was I going to allow 'Ultimate Despair', all of it, to leave the program. [His courage fails and he looks away, his eyes hidden by the fall of his bangs. It's nice that his hair works with him for once.] I was the very thing I hated. So I...set up my own murder. But really, it was suicide by complicated circumstances.
Back home, I'm hooked to a machine in a coma. There's no telling if I'll wake or not.
Cw: suicide talk DR2 spoilers
[He looks down at their joined hands as if seeing them for the first time. The sounds of war, where the wounded and the dying cry as loud as the fighters themselves echo in his ears. He smiles faintly.]
We were put into a program that removed our memories of that time all the way back to our very first day of school. A computerized version of Enoshima's mind was implanted and...
She set up a 'game' forcing us to kill each other. At the time I still believed that despair great enough could lead to hope. That the clash of everyone's hopes, might birth the Ultimate Hope. ...I found a file.
It told me all that we actually were. It wasn't a road leading to hope but a pathway to remaking us as even better weapons. I was still obsessed, alone, and I won't justify a single thing of what I did! You see... [He swallows and forces himself to look up into Red's eyes.]
When someone died in the 'killing game' we held a trial. That was the rule. We proved who did it, or we would all die. I sought to create a murder that none of them could solve.
I didn't want to live. Not with what I'd done or what I was. Nor was I going to allow 'Ultimate Despair', all of it, to leave the program. [His courage fails and he looks away, his eyes hidden by the fall of his bangs. It's nice that his hair works with him for once.] I was the very thing I hated. So I...set up my own murder. But really, it was suicide by complicated circumstances.
Back home, I'm hooked to a machine in a coma. There's no telling if I'll wake or not.