[Madness] looked at the Calamities behind her and sneered.
"They never experienced what it felt like when the gods fell, so naturally, they don't know what it feels like to have a mission.
"Yet they instinctively resist their own Origin, caught in contradictory struggles. Like me, they're ridiculous and pitiful.
"After thinking for so long, I've vaguely come to understand something. If madness was what brought me into being, the path I was originally destined to follow,
"then perhaps my reluctance is my own resistance, a resistance against my own instincts, and an affirmation of my own existence."
She smiled, tugging up the corners of her mouth, her sidelong gaze filled with unbridled arrogance.
"Who says [Madness] has to destroy the world? I insist on living another way. If I'd really wanted to get out, I would have left the instant [Delusion] slipped out.
"Even if you see it as a cowardly choice, I just don't want to fulfill those shattered consciousnesses' wishes. I don't want to listen to that nagging, scolding, and furious abuse in my ears that I can't erase.
"Who the fuck are you? What gives you the right to make me obediently follow that disgusting path you point out and become something everyone curses, something neither people nor dogs can stand?
"I love it most when people like me."
Two patches of red appeared on [Madness]'s face. She cupped her cheeks and looked at the Calamities behind her.
"Right? You all like me too, don't you?"
[Withering]'s mouth twitched. Couldn't she just talk without suddenly having an episode?
He forced the words out through gritted teeth.
"I... do."
[History-Eater] spoke very seriously. "You've never bullied me. Although your games are a little brutal, that's nothing to us. I wouldn't say I like you, but I don't