[Wataru's words are like knives, and he refuses to show that at all. He's been exceptionally vicious, of course, to reach his goals... and he's manipulated, done all that he could to craft his image to the public in one way, and he must seem like a demon to those who can see it. So not only does he have to sit through the pain of people pelting Wataru with insults and cruel words, but he has to endure his most admired person completely hating him.

It's enough that he feels they should be on opposite sides of the fence, here. In a way, they might be. Wataru isn't planning to jump. Eichi is throwing his life away with every action, prepared to die at the end like a tragic hero.

He dares another step forward, smiling sickeningly sweet, none of his insecure feelings on his face.]

A God among men can never be just a man, Hibiki-kun. No matter how you may try to live your life normal and mundane, it can never be so. You and I both know that much. [He does everything too well. He can either be loved... or hated. There's no in between. And similarly, it can switch so immediately.]

You must hate me by now, so it's not that I expect you to please me. Rather, I wonder why you haven't acted out on it a little more... It's not as hopeless as anyone might think. I could be flipped over and ruined. I've made mistakes that you must have been aware of, and yet those opportunities were left alone.

I've been wondering something since you saved me, you know? Though there's a gap so large between us I still haven't been able to cross, I feel drawn to you. This is a powerful feeling that goes beyond words. Fated rivals, enemies, lovers, those figures spoken of in tales and stories world wide... It's the scale of that, nothing so normal, so can this sort of thing truly be one way?

Are you not having fun, deep down, I wonder?