[ Now, isn't that a thought? Yugamu's life has been death, death and more death; bringing death, loving death, accepting death. But life...

It brings to mind thoughts of one Eito Aotsuki, and a young assassin steeped in emptiness. ]

Inconceivably cruel. [ A smile returns, the brittleness at it's edges. ] Just the worst. Especially when you want to die; what's worse than having to live despite it all? No reprieve, no satisfaction.

[ ...A pause. ]

But sometimes those variables are too dangerous. I'd rather not get stabbed in the back a second time, you know?