Qui non intelligit, aut taceat, aut discat

Don't know why I trust you. And you. And you still. After all. And all that's left...

I haven't got any older brother. You are not what I expected. Liar.

~

The victim of you spoke to me.

Hidden and mourner.

And now... Do you feel better?

«So much better, madam.»

Now that you share with me the heaviness of your guilt?

«So much better, madam.»

Watching me die inside a little more every day?

«So much...»

Neglecting me.

«I'm sorry...»

Who's the victim now?

«But what can I do for you?»

What would you be willing to do for me?

«I'm sorry, madam... That's all I can say.»

~

Come close to me... Bite me. Harder, harder...