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NOTES: Takes place in the middle of a video game (which I have not finished playing yet, so I apologize if there are any errors), and the couple, though very popular, is nevertheless still not canon. I hope the clues are enough for you! Good luck.
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I loved you, you know. You must have known. You couldn't possibly have been so cruel as to have been using me for my body. Not back then. But it was more than love, if there is such a thing. I idolized you. I worshipped you. I wanted to be just like you. And you betrayed me. You betrayed us all.
I remember watching you when you finally learned the truth for the first time. And I could feel it with you, feel the bottom dropping out of your world. I felt everything you ever knew slip away from you, leaving you alone. But you weren't alone. I was there. You just didn't see me.
When I found you again you were obsessed. They had sent me in because they knew that I was the only one who could possibly talk to you; I was the only one who knew your mind even the slightest bit, and what a slight bit that was. But they sent me to find you and I found you. And you were obsessed.
Did you even notice me when I came back, day after day, and checked in on you? You couldn't have seen how worried I got over you, how I constantly fretted. My heart ached as I watched you slip deeper and deeper into madness.
You researched everything, looking into every book you could possibly find. Scientific documents, legends, myths, it was all the same to you. And eventually the worlds within the pages became more real to you than the real world. And you drifted in a sea of hatred, betrayal. Suddenly the world was your enemy. I was your enemy.
I won't say it didn't hurt. It did. It hurt very badly. And it still hurts me. It hurts me to know that I've lost you. It hurts me that even though I knew you, even though for a brief time you let me bask in the glow of your fame and your success, I still can't find hope within myself that you will come back to us. I've seen the look in your eyes, and I know that you are gone for good. And it hurts me because I know that some day, perhaps some day soon, I will have to kill you.
Before you kill us all.