There's a reason behind this world. Things only start to exist when there's a reason for them to. Even me. As long as you exist, you're needed. By something. I was wondering if, for me, that something was you. (...) I realize this may sound a bit contradictory now, but I've never been big on the idea of fate. So even if we only know, I dunno, four percent of what makes up the universe... discovering the remaining 96 percent doesn't really interest me. Neither does wealth, honor, influence... the most important thing for me... is drama. What kind of story are you about to write for us?
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Happy Chaos. My name. You're my boss. And I'm gonna be your sacrifice.
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People these days. It's about the journey, not the destination. You've confused your goals with your duties, and it's stressing you all out. You see, and forgive me if I'm being indelicate here... You're cursed. You were born without something that humans need: Desire. And unlike the common cold, it's not something you can fix with some ginger tea and nice bath, oh no. Yet, miraculously, you still awakened to your emotions. Society granted them to you.
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I just want to go somewhere that's not on the map. The United States of America! You've only ever seen the world before the revival. Isn't this a view? You could say it's a work of art crafted by culture and civilization. But as of tomorrow... It might be called hell.
