Loneliness.

[He laughs, short but clear, full of the joy of liberating his deepest, darkest secret. Who else could he admit that to, but someone just as miserable as himself?

He sways forward, fingers gripping the fence, the only thing between him and oblivion. The wind picks up, whipping his hair wildly, and he closes his eyes and loosens his grip slightly, precarious. Like flying. If only, if only.]

Couldn't we reach an agreement? I'll give you what it is you so desperately want to take from me, and you'll give me your time. Together, couldn't we find a way for you to learn Amazing? I'd ask you what it is you want, but if it's intangible, or if it's impossible, why not believe that I'll deliver anyway? Haven't I always?

[He swings around so he's facing Eichi now, and begins to work his way up and up, back over the fencing, much to the dismay of the bloodthirsty crowd below. Another day, they shall have his blood. Not today. Today, it's Eichi's.]

What do you think of that? Of this lowest common denominator between us?