You find a small notebook, open to the first page, with text on it:
I want to believe.
Can I believe? People disappear even from here. Yuu's going to disappear too. Maybe not into the book, maybe not into darkness, but if not that, he'll go home. I can't go home ever again. I don't have a "home". Aather's beautiful, but it's not my home. The Black Order only ever betrayed me. They wouldn't even let me rest in peace. I'm not supposed to continue on to the future.
If I stay here, will I see the others again? Lenalee, and Allen, and ...the others? No, I won't, probably. They'll do what they have to to find themselves and then go home because they have responsibilities they'll be obedient to, like Yuu. I don't have any responsibilities. I went to the enemy, and ruined a little more of the world's hope for the future, didn't I? So when they have to go home and fight, it's at least partially because I couldn't become the obedient exorcist the world needed, and to use my power for good. So what? So what. That world should burn. But they won't see it that way. Just as I became friends with them, they became friends with others. They know there are people out there they'd be friends with if they met them, even though they hadn't, and people who deserve to live even if they could never be friends. So they'll fight. Lenalee, and Allen, and Yuu. They may be in Aather now, close or far, but they'll leave.
But there's a future in front of me. Can I make it as beautiful as this one? What will become of me when I'm by myself?
Regardless, I'll see them off with a smile. My teammates, my friends, Yuu. When they go to their homes, I'll tell them I'll be waiting for their visits, and I will. I'll try to wait. If I vanish, there's nothing I can do about it. But I'll try to make a future as pretty as this one. Even if I can only cover up the truth, I'll believe. I'll believe. Who am I? I'll believe I can become something in the future. Who am I? Where is this? Is there anything for me in the future?
I'll smile and believe. Smile and believe. Smile and believe. Stop thinking about it so much. Just pretend it's as beautiful as you want it to be.
At the end of the text, a pair of lips were drawn in a smile. When you reach the end, they suddenly become flesh and fall off into your hand, still smiling.
Re: DOWN - Further Left (up)
I want to believe.
Can I believe? People disappear even from here. Yuu's going to disappear too. Maybe not into the book, maybe not into darkness, but if not that, he'll go home. I can't go home ever again. I don't have a "home". Aather's beautiful, but it's not my home. The Black Order only ever betrayed me. They wouldn't even let me rest in peace. I'm not supposed to continue on to the future.
If I stay here, will I see the others again? Lenalee, and Allen, and ...the others? No, I won't, probably. They'll do what they have to to find themselves and then go home because they have responsibilities they'll be obedient to, like Yuu. I don't have any responsibilities. I went to the enemy, and ruined a little more of the world's hope for the future, didn't I? So when they have to go home and fight, it's at least partially because I couldn't become the obedient exorcist the world needed, and to use my power for good. So what? So what. That world should burn. But they won't see it that way. Just as I became friends with them, they became friends with others. They know there are people out there they'd be friends with if they met them, even though they hadn't, and people who deserve to live even if they could never be friends. So they'll fight. Lenalee, and Allen, and Yuu. They may be in Aather now, close or far, but they'll leave.
But there's a future in front of me. Can I make it as beautiful as this one? What will become of me when I'm by myself?
Regardless, I'll see them off with a smile. My teammates, my friends, Yuu. When they go to their homes, I'll tell them I'll be waiting for their visits, and I will. I'll try to wait. If I vanish, there's nothing I can do about it. But I'll try to make a future as pretty as this one. Even if I can only cover up the truth, I'll believe. I'll believe. Who am I? I'll believe I can become something in the future. Who am I? Where is this? Is there anything for me in the future?
I'll smile and believe. Smile and believe. Smile and believe. Stop thinking about it so much. Just pretend it's as beautiful as you want it to be.
At the end of the text, a pair of lips were drawn in a smile. When you reach the end, they suddenly become flesh and fall off into your hand, still smiling.