And then――,
――I love you.
――I love you. I love you. I love you.
――I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
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Love akin to a curse that would never, by any means, leave, transcending every conceivable dimension, was blotting out the existence called Natsuki Subaru.
A hellish world devoid of love; that, he knew.
That his own self was still loved; that, Natsuki Subaru knew.
However, at the same time, that not all forms of “love” should be something to be affirmed, that he also should know.
Exactly because of his ignorance, there would be retribution.
Exactly because of his ignorance, of why everyone dreaded it, ran from it.
――It morphed into a sable shadow, swallowing all things, cheering while destroying.
Cheering for reuniting, for coming together, for embracing, for being tied, for this predestination, for this forward march.
Cheering for confession, for regret, for suspicion, for its mysteriousness, for exaltation, for devotion.
A hellish world devoid of love, that he knew.
If he were to arrive at a world with love, what sort of hell would it be?
Subaru did not understand. He understood naught.
If there was something he could say, in this situation inexplicable to anyone, there was only one thing.
The utopia of those ostracized, the Demon City of Chaosflame.
――The ruin of this utopia, was brought about by the causality of none other than Natsuki Subaru.