"Actually, I know that even if I tell you all this, you might not understand it, and you might not be able to give me any good advice. But I hope you can listen to it. Maybe then my headache won't be so bad. After all, I feel a little better after saying it out loud. Isn't that right? That's why I found someone to talk to. If I told some idiot, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut, I'd have no choice but to kill him to keep him quiet. But you're a smart person. You know what should be said and what shouldn't. That's the kind of situation I like best, which is why I came to you. If not for that, I wouldn't have come looking for you. It's precisely because you're smart enough. You're too smart, so I came to you, because you know what shouldn't be said."
"As for what happens afterward, I can't be bothered to care. It has nothing to do with me, and I'm too lazy to concern myself with it. What does it have to do with me? Isn't that right? I don't want to be some savior. I know what will happen to this world, and I already made it very clear to that bastard brat. Yet he still insists on wanting his childhood sweetheart. Since that's the case, I naturally won't meddle anymore. If he wants her, then he can have her. It has nothing to do with me. He can do whatever he wants, so long as he doesn't come bother me. If he wants to die, I'm fine with that too. It's not me who'll be dying, right? Since I'm not the one dying, what is there for me to say? There's nothing to say. I'll just