He's a fool. That is my Master's way.
Even if forced to stand on the edge of despair, I'll grab tightly onto the chance thin as a spider thread.
Demon, your chest shall be my sword’s sheath!
Because She was fish-eyed. Her gaze, which should have been fixed on the future, was drawn to the past and had begun to decay, utterly stagnant.
Between being eternally unable to wake from a dream, and being eternally unable to dream, which do you think would be more unfortunate?
— That's right... I've nothing left. I've lost everything...
— Lost? What a funny self-pitying thought. You didn't lose them. Didn't you have nothing from the very beginning?
Yes, my Lord! If you wish, I will follow you, no matter where you go. Even if the throne crumbles and the brilliant crown rusts, even if the empty shells of pawns pile up and we rest upon their decaying bodies, I will lie beside your small form. And until the last bell tolls, until that time…
As the cat meows,
The small, white-haired dog is a good dog.
The black dog is a bad, disobedient dog.
As the cat meows, the day falls.
Pain fades away with the flow of time. Still, I do not desire to be healed by time. When you flee from pain, longing to forget, the only thing that remains is stagnation. You become incapable of moving on.
I will carve you down to your inner depths, scattering that beautiful rose-colour everywhere.
I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I tie cherry stalks with my tongue.
After all, there is no one in this world who is truly at peace with themselves.
It’s not my habit to strike a ball that won’t sink.
I have no idea, nor desire to know, of the despair that can be caused by something as trivial as that. There are things that you cannot get back no matter how much you struggle. There is also despair that you cannot escape.
A feverish night with a beast! How immoral!
