Hello, everyone.

This is the feel-ridden intermission chapter that I wanted to show you all.

Also, no it is not relevant to the main story.

Also, also-- I'm on mobile and can't seem to figure out how to fix the text.

For that, I am so sorry. Y-You'll bear with it for me, r-right? Right. I'll shut up now.

I had nothing.

I was weak, too.

And dumb and clueless.

I was like that when you saved me.

To you, I was probably just another customer.

Another lost soul out of the hundreds-- thousands that you've already saved.

I knew that.

I knew I wasn't anything special or anything like that.

But I still wanted to believe.

So I became just like you.

I trained myself and became strong.

Strong enough to help the weak, at least.

I went to the border and stayed there, fighting for those who needed me.

It was only then that I realized that it wasn't easy being like you.

It was horrible. Terrifying, even.

All the friends that I had at the time died before my eyes.

Those I thought to be my friends even used me as bait so they could escape, once.

Some of the people I nearly died trying to save looked at me with disdain.

"You were too late!"

They said.

"Why didn't you come sooner?!"

They shouted at me with confused anger as they cried.

If there was one that I had to pick to be the most memorable, it'd have to be,

"My daughter's dead because of you!"

I was disillusioned, of course.

But at the same time, I saw a whole new side of you. The side that I've been looking at all this time.

I understand now.

After all I've been through, I know very well that nobody's gonna pat my head.

Nobody's going to tell me I did a good job.

Nobody's going to praise me for what I did-- they will simply blame me for what I could have done.

How could you be so strong?

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So kind?

Even after all that?

I understand, we may not have gone through the same things, but I get it.

You were different.

And that's why I admired you.

I still do, in fact.

That's not the only thing I dragged with me until here.

I brought with me a small hope.

That maybe-- just maybe, you'd call out to me.

As your ally, your comrade.

You can trust and lean on me.

And I, in turn will protect you.

But I guess... such was a bleak hope.

This letter is my final farewell to my family, everybody important to me and the world.

But... I have nobody left.

Nobody left to grieve for me.

There will be no tears shed.

So I will go see them now.

That is why I am sending this to you instead, in hopes that it might reach you, as you are the only one important to me left.

How do I even start?

I feel quite nervous.

I'm sorry, I don't even know what to say!

But how do you feel about this?

Are you surprised?

Are you annoyed?

Are you proud?

Well.

If you're reading this, I'm already gone, I think.

You won't recall my voice.

You won't remember my name.

I doubt a flashing memory of my face would ever cross your mind.

I know these things, but...

I want you to know that I was here.

I want you to know... that I loved you.

I guess I just wanted to say...

I lived.

I cried.

And I died-- satisfied.

And that is all thanks to you.

This is a letter of confession from...