"Because he knew better than anyone that once the truth came out, once you learned what he had done back then, learned that he, too, was an accomplice in your parents' deaths-"
"You wouldn't just hate the Tendo Family."
"You would hate him too!"
Boom-
Now.
With those words from Kikunojo Tendo.
Scene after scene from the past ten years, moments she had deliberately ignored and explained away with "Rentaro was doing it for my own good," flashed wildly through Kisara Tendo's mind like a revolving lantern.
No wonder.
No wonder whenever she mentioned revenge, Rentaro Satomi always frowned, looking deeply pained, as though she were doing something monstrous.
-"Kisara, let it go."
-"That will only drag you deeper into darkness. I don't want to see you become like that."
-"More than taking revenge, I want you to live a good life, like an ordinary girl."
-"Your parents' spirits surely wouldn't want to see you become like this either."
Thinking back on those words now.
Every word was like a poisoned knife.
Why had Rentaro Satomi been so secretive about the details of that night ten years ago?
Why had Rentaro Satomi, a victim who had likewise lost limbs, always been so resistant to taking revenge on the Tendo Family, even repeatedly urging her to reconcile with them?
Why had Rentaro Satomi always worn that strange look of guilt when facing members of the Tendo Family, as though he owed them something?
So that was it.
So that was it!
Everyone was the same!
They were all scheming!
They were all filthy!
There had never been any distinction between black and white in this world! Nor was there any justice or evil!
Only people who devoured others!
And people who were devoured!
It had to be said.
This old