And they always come willingly. And then they sit there. They know it's all over, just like you do. But somehow, they still think they have a chance. "Maybe if I say the right thing. Maybe if I'm polite. If I cry, if I beg." And when I see the hope draining from their face, like it is from yours right now, I can feel myself... getting hard.
Anything that happens, happens within nature, whether we believe in it or not.
— Should I go get you a blanket? Only thing you'll catch in here is a cold.
— Asuka wanted to save you.
— What, did you forget? You're the one who changed me.
— I didn't change anything. I merely showed you the truth.
— Well, that explanation sure takes a lot of responsibility off your shoulders.
— Then what would you say I did?
— You showed me too much. I realized that I am the world. And because you fear me... You re trying make me a simple human.
— ... You knew?
— Yeah, learned that along with a whole lot of other shit I didn't want to know. All thank to you. I also know... That you can turn me a human at the cost of your own life. Wanna give a try? Maybe before G4 ends?
— I could, if you'd like. But there's something I have to ask you first. This world you're after... What exactly is your "wish"?
— It was around of the 20th century, I'd guess... There was a man in the slums name of Will. The son of some rich guy and his wife. I can't remember his face, but i recall hed beatiful blonde hair, like a woman's. He was a weird one. He'd always get into fights, but he cry, after he hit someone. Told me that after he'd lost a strength to throw a punch, he couldn't get anything out but tears. And I couldn't say why, but everyone always ended up on his side in the end. That included me. Well, our relations a little... closer than that. We swore our futures to one another, throwing away our old lives and names. I'd like to say... we were happy. Until one day, Will suddenly disappeared. Didn't says any word to anyone. And he never came back. No cop or journalist could ever tell me why. I didn't plan on giving up on him, but i made myself a promise anyway... No matter what happened, I would never forget my memories of with Will. And yet, all those memories... are fuzzy. Any guesses why? Because they never happened. Not in the second version of the 20th century. I have no past. Which means I have no future. I just want to get out of this empty cage.
— Even at the cost of everything else?
— A deer runs, and a lion chases. Which one would you say God supports?
— I can only measure things in terms of loss and gain.
— Then mind if I ask you something? If you world so valuable, that it's okay for you to crush mine?
— Nothing is mine, nor yours. The world is simply... the world.
— So if we do find ourselves in a era of the everlasting peace... Will there be any place for you in it?