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"Cause all of the small things that you do,"
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Like I had already said, I had no perception of time nor reality. Turns out I was in Yaga's office for a whole hour before I snapped back into reality and left.
God knows what the hell he was talking about in the span of 60 minutes.
Nor was I able to determine whether I was actually hiding myself in Satoru's arms or if it was just a figment of my imagination.
Upon seeing me in tears, he decided to embrace me. I tried my hardest to stop crying. I haven't cried in years, and I won't let this be it.
So I stopped.
Instead I just remained motionless, burying my head in the white haired boy's chest.
I saw everything now.
I used to live by my statement of hating no one. Hate to me was once a strong word. But now, now it's all I could feel.
I hate the Dior clan.
I hate the shit heads in France who made my life hell.
I hate the higher ups.
"I'll kill them...I swear I will." I managed to speak through gritted teeth.
Hatred.
Anger.
I felt them both at levels I never thought were possible.
Slowly, Satoru pulled away from the soothing embrace. I was far too angry to even notice. He tilted his head down to look at my angry face. My eyes clearly tired.
"How about if you tell me what happened, I'll kill 'them' with you?" Satoru proposed, not even knowing who the 'them' in question was.
In any other circumstance, I probably would have laughed at him for being so stupid: but to be honest, I couldn't really feel much, just hatred.
I just sighed and told him everything. From not only my memory being replaced, but also being able to see what unfolded before that, to the incident that took my parents lives.
His eyes were furious as I finished off.
"I should go kill those old bastards right now for that." I didn't know whether he meant the higher ups or the Dior clan, so I just chuckled.
