I have lived for a thousand years.We are like two sides of the same coin, you and I. We both tried to hide the darkness of history.When the Yamato was no more. You tried to spin the thread to create a new history in this Gensoukyou.Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter. No matter when, I want us to walk together.Until the day when our crimes and our cold hearts are forgiven.You and I, we both gave in to flames of our desires, and in doing so, have degraded ourselves to something lower than human, lower than youkai.In these thousand years, I came to understand that people are not strong enough to withstand loneliness.Just like me, when your history, your meaning of existence, was taken from you, you tried to regain it.
