Hyuna, there's something I need to confess: She was secretly rehearsing her death every night, and I knew, but pretended not to. Maybe I just wasn't as desperate for her. I know my love was different from yours, but it was love, too! Who could really blame me? If you'd seen the look on her face too, you wouldn't be able to judge me either.
You were running away from the very beginning. Not once did you face your real feelings. Did clinging to some noble cause or sense of justice ever really fix anything? But what came of it? A meaningless death. And if we'd been granted freedom, we'd still felt alone, because humans are the root of all this pain. We're creatures who can't seem to love without exploding.
For humans... and for these beasts too, innocence was a luxury they couldn't afford. In this endless suffering, to love and be loved, to hold onto hope for a day that may never come, is that a survival instinct, or selflessness? At the center of it all was a woman, a woman now called a witch, who was always searching for love. Can we really blame her for that? Where did this original sin begin? And in the face of a trial with no clear answer, can these lives ever overcome it?