You wouldn't give him up, even for me. You know how he makes me feel, what's he's done to me, what he can still do to you and I. You must realize what he's capable of doing. The damage he could inflict.

I sacrificed so much just for your happiness. Does that even matter to you, my friend? What good is giving when I can't even trust you to do something for my sake?

Maybe I'm 'needy' and maybe I'm 'stubborn', but at least I was a good friend. In an instant I would've let anyone go, anyone, and I wouldn't have blinked an eye if it meant your happiness.

I would fight and fight, I would spend countless nights cutting the ties with my loved ones just to see you smile. For years I thought I knew you. Years are quite awhile.

All I wanted was this one request, to protect me from a demon whom I've battled countless times in your honor. Battle him just this once. Sacrifice a night for me, after all the ones I've sacrificed for you.

In all your cowardice, you made friends with the demon I battled for years to shelter you from. You made friends with him to save your own ass. To avoid one night, just one night, where you would protect me.

And here I am, alone, rotting in the places where I battled for your safety.

I suppose I didn't sacrifice enough for you, my friend.

- searching for new friends / words from a book I will probably never write.