...I wish that it didn't have to be that way for you.
[It seems cruel, honestly. A half-life, a shadow of a true second chance. Something that's almost there, but not quite. Maybe some would be satisfied with that, but it's a painful thing to think about, from the perspective of an outsider looking in on a person he's come to care for.
Living as a shadow is a painful thing.
Listening to words like this are just as painful. He can't help it; his stare drops away again, back toward the blade, which seems to be an anchor whenever he can't bear the weight of what's in front of him. It's better to have never loved at all, isn't it?]
...Lucretia-dono asked me how I wanted to be remembered, once. [...] But I don't. I don't wish to be remembered. I would have liked to have passed through the world without touching another life, and left nothing behind when I reached the end of my own. ...I would rather that still be possible, even here.
[People are too stubborn, though. They cling too hard. They refuse to let him go, and he gets more and more frightened with each week that passes that he really won't be able to do anything about it.]
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[It seems cruel, honestly. A half-life, a shadow of a true second chance. Something that's almost there, but not quite. Maybe some would be satisfied with that, but it's a painful thing to think about, from the perspective of an outsider looking in on a person he's come to care for.
Living as a shadow is a painful thing.
Listening to words like this are just as painful. He can't help it; his stare drops away again, back toward the blade, which seems to be an anchor whenever he can't bear the weight of what's in front of him. It's better to have never loved at all, isn't it?]
...Lucretia-dono asked me how I wanted to be remembered, once. [...] But I don't. I don't wish to be remembered. I would have liked to have passed through the world without touching another life, and left nothing behind when I reached the end of my own. ...I would rather that still be possible, even here.
[People are too stubborn, though. They cling too hard. They refuse to let him go, and he gets more and more frightened with each week that passes that he really won't be able to do anything about it.]