but the things he left behind, no matter how small they may be, still remain. within this ipod, within the perishing Knights... and within my heart. embracing that, i will head towards my grave with pride, even if that pride may just be a bluff. even if I get stones thrown at me. even if I get abused, or spit on. no matter how ugly and corrupted I become, involving myself with horrible misdeeds.

because there was one person who existed who told me that he liked me — who called me beautiful. because, even if it was only a moment, a part of my youth existed in my life... where I was affirmed and loved to the point where I was able to think that I was glad to be born.

i don't want to pretend that 'never happened'.

i won’t walk forward with my head hanging down in shame any longer. even if it may be a bloodstained wasteland. even if i'll have to do it alone. our "ou-sama" is useless, so... it'll be a pain, but i'll duel on his behalf.