[ monika lets him talk. she has no desire to stop him. in the end, this is what he has to do, too. monika thinks about sayori, with her depression, and yuri, with her addiction. she thinks of natsuki, with her horrible home life. sometimes, these things need to be said. she listens.
his words sting, but she needs him to let it out. she needs to know where chuuya is. so... when he's done, she puts one hand on his, where it rests on his shoulder. she smiles, but it's pained. ]
When I was alive, in the real world, I actually didn't really exist.
I was a game character. A program. You know that, to some extent. But it goes deeper than that. I was in a game where the point of the world was to be a romancable character for the player. I did not get that. What I got was the knowledge that my world was so small and pointless. With that came a great amount of power. Anything I wanted, I could do. I could even change the way people acted. If it suited me, I could change someone's personality, or alter their appearance... whatever I wanted.
In a way, I became something like a God.
However, I was lonely.
I thought about this a lot. "Deletion" is my cause of death, because the only way to end a program is to delete it. I could do this in my game. It was easy. One click of a button, and suddenly, that person was completely gone.
Knowing this truth about the game, that nothing was real, that my reality was a lie, that my friends had no will or purpose, and that I would amount to nothing, I thought my only option was to die.
But I didn't. I held out one hope. For the Player to love me.
...I guess he did not. After all, I ended up here, right...? Haha... or maybe I went through with deleting myself after all. I don't know.
To me, ... that is giving up.
Being here, now, talking to you, knowing that the goal is to give us all our second chance, to me... I have fought. And I have won. Our goal is to bring the Erased back, and stop this fucking game.
Sacrifices are made. I was one of them.
The whole lot of us will not be that, though. I know that, in my heart.
prob but also....we r rebels (cw suicide talk)
his words sting, but she needs him to let it out. she needs to know where chuuya is. so... when he's done, she puts one hand on his, where it rests on his shoulder. she smiles, but it's pained. ]
When I was alive, in the real world, I actually didn't really exist.
I was a game character. A program. You know that, to some extent. But it goes deeper than that. I was in a game where the point of the world was to be a romancable character for the player. I did not get that. What I got was the knowledge that my world was so small and pointless. With that came a great amount of power. Anything I wanted, I could do. I could even change the way people acted. If it suited me, I could change someone's personality, or alter their appearance... whatever I wanted.
In a way, I became something like a God.
However, I was lonely.
I thought about this a lot. "Deletion" is my cause of death, because the only way to end a program is to delete it. I could do this in my game. It was easy. One click of a button, and suddenly, that person was completely gone.
Knowing this truth about the game, that nothing was real, that my reality was a lie, that my friends had no will or purpose, and that I would amount to nothing, I thought my only option was to die.
But I didn't. I held out one hope. For the Player to love me.
...I guess he did not. After all, I ended up here, right...? Haha... or maybe I went through with deleting myself after all. I don't know.
To me, ... that is giving up.
Being here, now, talking to you, knowing that the goal is to give us all our second chance, to me... I have fought. And I have won. Our goal is to bring the Erased back, and stop this fucking game.
Sacrifices are made. I was one of them.
The whole lot of us will not be that, though. I know that, in my heart.
Do you trust me?