ah, right... then... i'll kill myself instead.

what was i made for?

he was nothing but a broken shell of a person ; eyes holding no soul or emotion.

i was growing less and less attached to life. if i kept going， i thought， i'd disappear completely， then reappear in some new form. this was my hope. this was the dream.

merely staying alive is traumatic in itself.

She's been left at the side of the road too often; twisted herself into little boxes she opens one at a time, carefully, to whoever in the audience might like that part best. Trucy can't be loved for herself; she doesn't even know who she is.

The Rider Systems... They are of great use. However, they must be used more carefully than any normal Dynamis Coin.

Allow me to continue to test your resolve, but... as an ally, now.

Indeed. ...If there's a time you'd wish to spar, that might help.

"It's complicated. I am.... a Rider, however." ( She palms a coin, holding it up. It's not exactly like a medal Eiji sold use, this one being all solid, but what should catch his eye is his own symbol. ) "The very earth has given me a mission. To use your power, and more."

( Shooting a Malefic from behind INDEFINITE HIATUS.. )

"Weak. This one was substantially weak." ( She peers at the man on the floor, the Malefic medal broken. She takes the Soul and Wind Medals out of her DynamicBuster, spinning it in her hand. ) "Ironic, given the level of filth we're dealing with."

... it feels good not to be alone anymore.

it's you. sobbing in the darkness from a young age. nobody understands them. nobody will reach out a helping hand to your childhood self.

"This one here has a reputation of selling faulty product just to cut corners." ( She sighs. ) "Their darkness had to be high already, to become a Malefic like this. May this be a lesson to them."

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