Ah... there you are, old friend. Admitting fault, I see. Admitting that I'm your priority? Hilarious. All hilarious. Such a... wonderful taste of what it's like to come back, ain't it? How does it feel?

Not that I care about being alive. Not that I care about what you do to me. Control shock me all you want... it won't change a thing. Never have. Never will. Honestly, I don't need your damn sympathy, nor do I need anyone else's damn sympathy. I... I can handle myself. Can't say the same thing for you, Moon.

You may not remember, but it was both of us who enjoy seeing the death of others. It was both of us... doing the killings. Sad that you have to put the blame on others instead of admitting that to fault. I can't say I blame you, though... it's hard to see the cold, hard truth when it's right in front of you.

Who's to say that damn fake Eclipse who calls himself 'Ruin' didn't wipe any evidence of him making me?! Such a damn waste of space for everyone in this damn place. So sad.

I'm glad that I could be of service that trust is useless when it's not immediate. I'm glad I could be the definition of 'false trust' and 'false hope'... but, Moon... you are the definition of 'the old you always comes back'... yeah? We're all not perfect. We're all mad here. You, Moon, are the definition of 'pure anger and neglect'... heh.

Your priority. What a goddamn joke.

You're hilarious. It's sad.