"The day I met you and tried to look inside your mind—your memories—I saw nothing but darkness and an intense light, with hundreds of thousands of stories being told all at once."
Mitsuki raised his gaze. Ellegaard no longer looked angry—she looked disappointed in him, as if he had truly done something wrong. Her eyes, once hard as steel, now seemed dull, burdened with a weight she didn't know how to let go of.
'Why are you looking at me like that? It's like you're sad to discover that I'm the greatest enemy of your world…'
"Answer me, Mitsuki Kirishima— that darkness in silence, facing the light… is that all you are? Is what I saw everything you've ever been, or is there something else you're hiding from us?"
A faint smile formed on Mitsuki's face. It was small, almost imperceptible, but real enough to briefly break the lifeless rigidity of his features.
"There's more… there's much more than that, but…"
