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Post by Alexander Root on Apr 16, 2016 19:41:08 GMT -5
For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love. Root stopped for a moment, and clenched the pencil in his hand in a fist. Just Taro continuing on this line was getting to him. The fact each time he spoke it hit home that Mariko was dead, and his friend could've been behind it, and how could he really blame Willow for he might do the same to Alexia if he really wanted to - No. Willow was a far greater person than he could ever be, Root kept telling this to himself. Whatever Taro said had to be wrong. His face cooled into a colder look than before, nearing the zero Kelvin mark of coldness.
"Shut up! Stop accusing people without any evidence whatsoever and get to fucking work. Look the fuck around." Root turned to Taro his nose flaring slightly with anger, as if he were a dragon about to breath fire through his nose. "Or don't. Just fucking shut up." Root kicked Taro right in the bullet wound in his knee and shook his head. "Willow didn't do this. Not for Alexia. She wouldn't want him to do this, just like… just like Mariko didn't want me. I even fucking asked her and she asked me not to do it. So you can just shut the fuck up about things you know nothing about and fucking prove it."
Root let out a sarcastic laugh and shook his head. "Oh? So now you're worried about me? I am in fucking pain, and not just fucking emotional pain. Getting shot fucking hurts, doesn't it? So shut up and let me do what I want." However, he controlled himself and didn't take one just to spite Taro. "I've always been in constant fucking pain. I'm just taking a few for the fucking bullet hole in my shoulder. Now fucking put on that wrap or I'm going to fucking make you."
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Post by Taro Yamada on Apr 16, 2016 20:23:26 GMT -5
"Alexia? Who cares about her? I did not bring her up even on....."
Taro trailed off for a bit, forgetting the pain to his knee Root has caused.
"Oh. I see the mistake here. I mean, Willow didn't shoot her and place her up on the cross, but he still is fully responsible. In fact, he's responsible for every death in here sans Adrianna's natural causes."
He slowly got up.
"When I said that Willow was protecting that bitch, I wasn't referring to Alexia that time. In fact, the only times I ever insulted Alexia was to judge Willow's overall demeanor and never once meant it in the slightest. Hell, I even feel bad for Alexia. She's paired up with Willow. A man so desperate to protect his friends and being a trickster to fool even me at one point in time about his true intentions. I once confronted Willow about being the mastermind, but never once did I suspect him as such. The reason why I suspected Willow in Daisuke's murder was simply because Monokuma gave be a list. It was a list of evidence I could use to disrupt the trial. My so-called testimony was provided by Monokuma. Now, back then, I assume it was because of the clothing stained with marker that made Monokuma direct me to suspect him, and I did so with the intentions of making myself look stupid in order to have a philosophical debate with you in order for you to admit your love for Mariko and get that on recording. The dead mother stuff was unexpected. I tried to do the same thing for Willow to get a confession of love for Adrianna, but, being Willow, he was incredibly hard to read and was not at all forthcoming with anything useful. It wasn't until during the second investigation with a sleep break that it hit me. Willow's intentions. It wasn't until a few days later that I could confirm it. Alexander Root. The love of your life was left to her unnecessary short end because of Willow and the bitch he is protecting, Birdie. Birdie and Willow are partners. How else do you think Birdie got in? Simple, Willow let him in."
He looked Root dead in the eyes.
"Forget the fact that I'm the despair traitor for one second. Willow and Birdie wanted to save lives. They are doing a pretty shit job at that. Mariko will still be alive if Willow did his fucking job! I didn't persuade Daisuke to murder Shiro! I didn't tell Joaquinn to break a rule for his murder plot! I didn't even force Nana to take out Saorise. The only thing I did as a despair traitor was derail Daisuke's trial and one other thing that you might discover during the trial, but even that doesn't really even count! Some best friend you have that allows Mariko to die! Willow should parish for allowing Mariko to die. He is, without laying a finger on the gun, the killer of Mariko Nakazawa. He should die for it, not live to take someone else out."
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Post by Alexander Root on Apr 16, 2016 22:18:50 GMT -5
For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love. Root's cold look did not warm up in the slightest. If anything it grew colder, if that was even possible. So he was calling Willow the hope traitor? The opposite of his own role in this entire game? Ha. Willow might be a hopeful spirit, but he wouldn't be doing a good job in hiding it. No, the hope traitor would be someone who is able to hide it at least a little bit. Oh, and by showing Ken that he trusts him and wants to help him out, that is the perfect way to hide oneself while they are in front of the known traitor working with Monokuma. Why didn't he think of it before?
"You're an idiot," Root began. Not only did he not believe Willow to be the one sent in to infiltrate and be a part of this game and work with Ken to try to get them all out, he didn't believe that Taro was smart enough to figure it out. He'd lost his temper yes, when he and Taro had their conversation after he had two days of no sleep while Taro had only one day of no sleep. And yes, he was still feeling the effects, though his hands were starting to heal up, at least as much as they would. "Even if Willow was the… well we know you as a 'despair' traitor, so he's a 'hope' traitor sent in by the same organization that sent the idiot Ken, well it wouldn't be his fault that we're idiots and keep killing each other. Can't really stop people from killing each other without drawing attention to yourself, so you have to just keep in the shadows and plan without telling anyone, without confiding in anyone, hiding it so thoroughly you can even fool that bear whose watching us all the time, who can review the footage whenever he wants to. In that position, you have to… rely only on yourself, even as the lives are whittled away, because if you die, everyone dies."
Root chuckled and a bittersweet sort of smile appeared on his face. "Boy, I really feel bad for whoever it is. While I respect Willow, I don't think he is this traitor. He has enough on his plate as it is, and while he might be able to trick us into believing he is not the traitor, I think he's doing the exact opposite. I think he wants us to not look any deeper, for him to be viewed as this traitor to save the one who really is from being looked at too closely. He is diverting our attention, but of course, you're too stupid to even consider that. Why would Willow pretend he is something that will get him hurt? Because he's a better man any of us here. He's willing to risk his life for the chance of getting more than a couple of us out of here. When it comes down to it, he'll pretend he's this traitor, and he might even consult with Ken to get enough information to trick us all. But he's not. And he's playing the smartest… and bravest move out here. So yes, I respect him as a person and a friend. It's not his fault. It's not the hope traitor's fault. It's this situation. It's the mastermind. It's those who help this game keep going. It's you. You might not have pulled the trigger, but you sure as fuck are helping holding the gun to our heads. You're not trying to pull them away from our heads, you're trying to hold us here. So yes, you're to blame. The mastermind is to blame. Monokuma is to blame. Mariko's death is on me. I should have protected her. It wasn't Willow's job. It wasn't Ken's job. It wasn't the traitor's job. It was my fucking job and yet the trigger still got pulled."
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Post by Taro Yamada on Apr 16, 2016 22:35:19 GMT -5
"I'm not making sure that gun stays to your head! Monokuma and I are different! Don't you go fucking with me now! If you can tell me with a straight face that Willow isn't the hope traitor, then you are the true idiot here."
Taro looked coldly at Root before loosening up a bit to a sort of sadness.
"We...we are the same. We both know how pain feels. True pain. Loss of a parent taken before their time. For me, it was six of them. For you, it was one. In a game like this, their is only one way out and that is to get away with murder. I came into this game to make sure that only one person makes it out of all this. Just one. And, as so many of you have correctly guess, I'm not considering making it out in the slightest. Why do you think I go for the low blows all the time? I painted a big red target on my back and nobody decided to strike it. I mean, I knew Ignia wasn't going to, but I was shocked at the other eight. Especially you. After the trial, I want you to be the one that ends my life. You'll have no other choice. And trust me when I say, I'll do all I can to help."
Taro sat down on the benches.
"After all, we all know what must be done. And I shall bring down Willow with me and so are you. You'll try to say you won't, but we all know that you are going to bring him down whether you believe me or not."
He looked at Mariko up on the cross.
"You cared about her. Don't kick yourself because she's dead. This game was never meant to have more than one survivor. Even with the motive."
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Post by Alexander Root on Apr 16, 2016 23:46:35 GMT -5
For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love. "Yes you fucking are keeping the gun on our heads. You're not fucking helping more than one of us get out. You've given up, you are actively trying to get us all killed and let a murderer go free. Willow's the Ultimate Trickster. He wouldn't make the rookie mistake of being friendly to Ken, or being obvious enough that an idiot like you could ever suspect him. He'd do a much better job at pretending if he really was the hope traitor. So yes. He is not the hope traitor." And he said it was an unyielding, straight face.
It appeared that Root had forgotten to put back on the shirt he meant to put back on, as it lay discarded on the floor. Wow. Such a waste. He could've at least used it for some more blood absorption. So now he was walking around shirtless, with a bandaged up arm healing from being broken wrapped up hands, arguing with a boy who was shot in the shoulder and bleeding from it, and a shattered knee from another bullet, though this one was self-inflicted, over who in their group was the traitor among them, and why they hated each other.
"We're nothing the same. Sure we've both lost people we care about. Oh, woe is me, woe is me, Alexander, if you were to have lost as much as I, you'd understand me and all the crazy things I do. Unfortunately for you, I may be able to speak it to communicate with people like you, but I don't understand stupid. I understand, you lost people. As a young boy I was never accepted by anyone, I was the nerd, the geek, the guy who always knew everything. I was far above everyone and I could see it, and at times I just wanted to be normal, I wanted to be like my mother or my sister or my classmates. But there was always one person who always accepted me. Well, two if you count my sister but she was younger and didn't understand. My mother. She pushed me to do what I loved. She's the reason I became a successful scientist. Now I'm sure you're going to say, oh but I loved all my parents like that too and I understand that. But what you don't understand about me is a lot. Science ended up killing my mom. My own mother pushed me to what would cause her eventual death. And then my father made sure just how much it was my fault."
"You've seen death, I've heard it so many times, but the difference between you and me is I won't let that many people into my heart. I won't let those I love keep dying, so I will just stop loving. Of course it's too late for two people in this park, but I won't let them die for my sake. This cycle has to end. And the only way to do that is to die myself. Once we figure this case out, I'll make sure it’s the end for me, the end to my deadly mistakes."
"We're nothing alike, Taro. Maybe vague similarities on the surface, but on the inside, you've grown rotten. I might not seem like it, but I care for everyone here in Monoworld. Some…" He glanced at Mariko before quickly looking away. "Some I cared for more than others. And there remain two in my heart, but one can be cared for and not loved. I still want everyone to get out of here, because that's what my mom would want me to do, and if that's stupid hope, and an illogical dream for an idealist, then so be it. Somewhere in here," He pointed to his head. "It makes sense. Because without hope, you've already lost. Oh no, but you tried to kill yourself and said you'll make sure you die!" He sighed at his own argument. "That's hope in itself. Hope that with my death, the suffering ends, you see? But even if I survive… even if they stop me… well, there's always hope to turn back time. That's why I work all the time. Because it's me staying hopeful I can bring my mom back. I've lived my life ever since my mom died trying to bring her back, and care for people without getting too, because she loved the world and all of its people, she loved everyone. God, I sound like a hypocrite. Normally… I can explain things better, but I can't really. It doesn't make a whole lot of sense when I say it aloud. Care without loving, care without getting too close. I can't express what makes it make sense to me. I never did quite be able to explain my emotions."
Root didn't let himself look up to the cross when Taro did, instead he walked over to the bench he had discarded the gun Taro had shot him with and picked it up. Inside the gun it seemed there was one bullet left. He held it in his hand and smiled at it. "This isn't a game. It's a sick twisted situation. Life is no game. Life is life. Life is irreplaceable. That's why it's so scary to die. Because once you die you have no second chances. But if I'm brave enough." Root pointed the gun to the roof of his mouth, it sitting there for a moment, before removing it. "No. I'll always be a coward. A coward who wants to live." Root took a seat on a bench far enough away from Taro and stared up at Mariko's body hanging from a cross. "It'd be so easy; you know? If I killed you, then I'd die too. All the suffering because of me would end. And I'd take you with me. How fitting would that be? But I couldn't do that; I'd be leaving everyone else in a situation where they need my logic to help them all survive. I can't do that."
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Post by Taro Yamada on Apr 18, 2016 5:09:02 GMT -5
"Root, I have given up. I have been in situations were I know there is only a handful of people that makes it out and we have to make the hard choices. It's not a game of trying to figure out how to make it out of here alive, but a game of who. The trials are simply a statement that we do not want killers to flee this game. And I am helping two get out. The killer and whoever they so choose that deserves to live. Which one of us is it mandatory that we save from the clutches of death itself. There are six people to choose from Root. When it comes down to it, and you know it fucking will, who will you choose to save from this game. Right now, I don't know if you'll save someone because they deserve or save me to get me one last middle finger. Please don't let our petty rivalry make you choose wrong." Taro became stern while still nursing his knee. The amount of emphasis on his words was furthered helped by the pain.
"On the subject of our hope traitor, that's exactly what he wants you to think. By being so bad at hiding the fact that he is the Hope Traitor, he himself is being scratched off the list of suspects for being so bad at being the Hope Traitor. Your line of logic is completely what Willow wants everyone to think. And before you go off on how I'm overthinking this, who else Root do you think is the Hope Traitor if not Willow? The hunter who managed to completely fuck up his entire mission by nearly killing Shiro? The comedian who doesn't give two shits about anything other than telling jokes? A film director who..." Taro stopped dead in his tracks for a minute and carefully thought. "would not tell the person that she deeply cares for the most her plan. You said so yourself during our little scuffle. You would do anything for Mariko. So you would be a perfect assistant to help Mariko out. Logically, it could only be Willow."
Taro stared at the stained-glass windows and thought back to the inflections of their parents' voices as they told him of the tragedy. The tears that flowed down from his mothers face, the way his father couldn't even speak he was so out of it from the fear he felt. Everything down to the little tiny details you cannot read in a paper. It was supposed to be fitting for Taro, but he will have to go with Plan B.
"Your mother was your world. She...created you. She made you the man you are today. If not, you would have just been a shallow man hiding his intelligence to everyone and still being tormented by the bullies. I'm truly sorry you had to experience this ordeal. Science, the thing you are known for is the thing that killed what you cherished and would be nothing without. And a mean-spirited monster made you remember how much of it was your fault, even thought not a single second of it was your fault at all. I don't know how the machine exploded, but I do know that they wouldn't bring in an Ultimate Scientist if they believed it blew up because of you. It had to be something out of your control."
Taro sighed.
"My family was my world. They...created me. They made me the man I was today. If not, I would have just been a frightened man hiding his face to everyone and still being tormented by the nightmares. Survival, the thing I am known for is the thing that killed everything I cherished and would would be nothing without. And some whacked-out conspiracy theorist pointed the blame at you and make you believe how much of it was my fault, even though not a single second of it was my fault at all. I don't know how I keep on getting into accidents, but I do know that they wouldn't bring in an Ultimate Survivor if they believed I caused all those accidents. It had to be something out of my control."
He stared at Root.
"What's the big difference there? And I'm not asking for forgiveness. It would be completely hypocritical and came off insincere if I did. I just want to let you understand how much a man has to go through before he is thoroughly broken. Enough to go out and participate fully in a killing game by slaughtering some kid who had nothing to do with anything to do with your suffering. I think the moment that would finally break me is if I pulled the plug on Junpei before I finished what I set out to do here. If I did, I probably would of killed Iocus for no reason whatsoever."
Taro took off his hat and threw it away.
"You don't let people into your heart? Mariko Nakazawa. That is proof. Believe me, I tried to be in your position, but the mind has a funny way to be desperate for communication of all sizes. And, Mr. Alexander Root, if you want redemption for your deadly mistakes, then you have to make sure a certain someone gets their wish come true. We all know what must be done. Then, I recommend jumping. There's something nice and peaceful about freefalling. The feeling of the wind cushioning you and making sure you feel relaxed and at ease before you die. Just remember to close your eyes. It is, by far, the least painful way to die. Other ways tend to drag it out too long."
Taro folded his hands on his lap without a care in the world for his shoulder, which was now slowly dripping down his chest onto the bench. He glanced at it and looked at Mariko's body that was hung up with religious symbolism.
"I'll explain your emotions for you. You want to care for others, but the only way to protect them is to let them go out on their own. Do you understand? You know if you let them in, you'll end up hurting them, so you do little things here and there to show you still care, but know for a fact that you can never allow yourself to be friendly. The paradox of the mind. Everyone has them. It's why the word hypocrite exists. We humans have a knack for pointing out inconsistencies yet protecting ourselves from our own flaws. For me, that flaw is emptiness. I haven't grown "rotten" on the inside, I cease to have anything on the inside. I no longer care whether I'm good or evil, caring or cold-hearted, loved or hated, hopeful or full of despair. I came to Monoworld with the exact ideals that nobody will make it out. It makes it easier when they do. I don't care for people because, mentally, my brain protects itself from further sadness. It's trying to stop a full breakage of myself. I let the chips fall where they may while you desperately try to catch them before they hit the ground. But, there are too many chips, too many variables. Too many vulnerabilities. What you cease to have is a sense of fate. Nothing can be rewritten. The past is the past. The future is already decided. You dedicated your whole life to trying to revive time travel, but fail to realize that you might not have even met Mariko, or worse, don't care for Mariko because you saved your mother. Sure, there's nothing to be done now that both of them are dead, but everything you experience here will define the rest of your life. Going back to rewrite your troubles away is the stupidest thing a man can do. Sure, it hurts. You feel like you never will get over it, but the fact is that..." Taro stuttered a bit. "That it..has to happen. Life always wants to give you the shit hands in this world and the point of it is not how to get a better hand, but how to make the cards themselves into a great hand."
Taro watched as Root brought a gun to his mouth and watched as he took it out again, listening in and figuring out the meaning of every word said to him.
"Life is a game. Though, we aren't the players. Someone else is playing the game. Someone else whose sole purpose is to laugh at our expense. Kill the mother in labor and watch as the father faces the extreme meaning of "bittersweet". Making conflict so others fight in a war with ultimately no purpose. Diversifying us just so the struggles of race make everyone discriminatory against each other. It's scary to die because we only focus on what they want us to focus on: the mistakes and the misfortunes we have had to deal with. I always thought as suicide as misplaced bravery. You know how hard it is to pull the trigger on that gun. Suicide is, by far, the scariest thing a man can do and, ironically, it takes so much bravery to take a coward's way out. Unfortunately, I can't commit suicide because of Junpei. A mistake was made long ago and I have to rectify it by giving my life by another's hand. They don't need your logic to live, they need trust in each other to live. Nobody's going to trust anyone else when deaths come knocking at someone's door and everyone knows that any murder committed would be, reasonably, blamed on me. So, simply write a note of what happened, then kill me and save the lives of everyone because your too self-centered to believe that they need you to be alive. Trust me, they need you as much as they need me. So let's take us both out of the equation and end this once and for all!"
Taro locked eyes with the barrel of the gun, wishing he would just pull it and end this stupid game for him.
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Post by Alexander Root on Apr 19, 2016 2:03:57 GMT -5
For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love. Root shook his head. There was no point. There was no point in continuing this conversation. Talking to Taro was like talking to a wall. Didn't he say he understood the whole he cared about his parents too? Or how Root looked him dead in the face and said Willow was not the hope traitor? Or how he said he was going to try to get as many people out of here as possible? Or how he said he was trying to keep people out of his heart now that he's hurt yet another person? Actually that last one he probably didn't make clear.
"Stop talking to me like you know me better than I know myself," Root said with a growl, "I already told you the traitor would have to keep it a secret, so it could very well have been Mariko. She didn't know my devotion to her, how I would do absolutely anything for her. I'd cover for her no matter what happens. I'd have covered for her if she was the bloody despair traitor, I'd have pretended to be it for her. But she didn't know that. And she… she died… she died not knowing that." Root quickly looked away from the hanging corpse and stood up, still shirtless.
"You don't understand the person I am. So stop acting like you do. All of your family died because of accidents. I built the machine and ran the experiment that killed my mom. I had checked everything several times over to make sure it was working. But I failed to take something into account. My sister. I kept telling myself she was alive to keep myself from going insane. But in here," Root pointed to his chest about where his heart would be located, "I can feel that she's gone. And you know why? To make that fucking video. It's burned into my mind. I can never forget the sight in that video. They killed her to for this motive. I can feel that she's no longer with us. She's just as dead as Mariko is right now. And finally Mariko. Why do you think someone targeted her? Hm? It can't be because she was a bitch to everyone because she was incredibly kind. But when you think of Mariko you probably associate her and me, and that is the reason she died. That is the reason someone chose to kill her. To hurt me. Oh, don't think I'm being self-centered, because you know they did it so the scientist would be in a heightened emotional state and perhaps even kill himself because someone who he loved died. Why else… hurt the beautiful soul that is - that was Mariko Nakazawa? It doesn't take a quantum mechanics expert to figure that out."
Root took a deep breath and tucked the gun securely into his belt so it wouldn't fall and he picked up his journal and placed it in his right hand and began to write. For several moments he didn't speak. He was focused on his writing. He wouldn't hear anything Taro said during these few moments as he focused on his writing.
Motive for Mariko: Me. Taro thinks he knows so much. Others left - Taro started talking - We argued. - Some things he said were right. But most were wrong. Don't listen to any phantom voices of his when you remember back. Assume everything was wrong unless you have the context in the memory. Does not know who the traitor is. Taro has given up. Do not trust him no matter what happens.
As if he needed to remind himself to not trust Taro, but with his memory, who knew?
Willow, If you are reading this, it means I died. It probably was my own fault. I probably pulled the trigger finally. Do not blame yourself for my death. It was… my own decision that caused it. I knew the consequences of dying and leaving you all here to die. I want to apologize for my actions, for I knew you cared about me. I knew that you and Ignia cared at the very least. However, I could not go on living and hurt those I cared the most for; the two of you are the only things I have left, assuming that my sister did not make it. In a world like Ken described, she could not have survived on her own due to her fragile mind and complete obliviousness to the world around her. She was a sweet young girl. If you could… try to find out her fate, even though the chances of her being alive are slim. Find Wendy Root and tell her that her brother loves her and he's sorry for everything. It's asking a lot, but if she is alive, take care of her. Your Friend, Alexander
"You don't understand that I can't move on," Root began slowly as he made his way around the church once more, studying the place from top to bottom, bending down to check under the benches looking for every little bit of evidence he could find to help find the killer. "Rewriting history is the only way to fix everything. If that means I never meet Mariko, then so be it. I will have my mom. I will have my sister. And this whole game? It will never have happened. I plan to write a note to make myself in this alternate time to go back to save our mom, thus creating a bootstrap paradox. In that note, I will write to make sure that I go to Hope's Peak, and hopefully Mariko will be there and I can have her as well. Either way, that future is brighter than this one. I no longer have anyone. In that future I have a chance of having someone."
Root walked up the purple haired girl on the floor and bent down to her, examining the long dead body of whoever this used to be. She was significant to Monoworld itself, but maybe the case - No. He quickly stood up after taking slight notes on the body. He needed to focus on this case, not the dead body of a girl long dead and gone.
"Life is not a game, and it never will be. You're referring to the asshole people worship as God. However, you seem to misunderstand the situation. He doesn't cause us to fight in wars. We do it ourselves. The mother dying in childbirth is simple science. Everything you described isn't because God is playing a game with us. He does absolutely nothing. He watches the world like it’s a television show. He doesn't interfere, though he can. He can stop all of that from happening, he just doesn't. He just watches everything go by and see how we humans struggle on our own. It's similar to you in this game, except he doesn't actively work against the world. The Mastermind of Monoworld is the God of Monoworld, except they are more active than God himself."
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Post by Taro Yamada on Apr 25, 2016 3:53:46 GMT -5
Taro with a calm face started to slam his fist into his wounded knee. He kept on doing it several times, each time not a single ounce of pain was registered on his face, only anger. Seething anger.
"Accidents? FUCKING ACCIDENTS? No! I killed them. By simply being around me they died. One by one they died. And I was there. So was Junpei. Hundreds of fucking accidents and I could never tell if anyone was alive or fucking dead. They died because science doesn't exist. God doesn't exist. Only the FUCKING devil! He plays with our lives like toys on a stage. Interfering to make sure our lives are miserable. Why do you think Mariko died the way she did? Because of despair. I wasn't Team Despair because I want to spread despair! I joined up when I fucking realized that Hope is just shit that makes a good television. Shit like that doesn't happen in the real world. I joined up on the team that has a reasonable grasp on what the fuck reality is. Reality puts me in those situations, not Science. Science did not call me something I am not, reality did! I'm not the fucking Ultimate Survivor. I never was and I never will be. Hope's Peak only called me that because I got into one fucking fender bender. A FUCKING FENDER BENDER! Ever accident I was a part of Junpei was there. Every fucking time. IF THERE ISN"T A DEVIL PULLING THE STRINGS TO GIVE ME A TITLE I NEVER EARNED, THEN LIFE IS MEANINGLESS! It's a fucking game to see how to fuck-up my life. Like this game. It's a simplified version of life! We were thrown in here to prove that Hope is meaningless and Despair triumphs over because it cheats. Cheaters win. Just like how Junpei got cheated out of his title. Once I die in this disaster, he'll get the title! Can't be the Ultimate Survivor if someone kills me in a disaster. It's what he deserves. It's what I consider my last gift to Junpei before Monokuma pulls the plug on him and let's him die as a Survivor, his rightful role. AND ILL GET IT NO MATTER WHAT!"
Taro threw a lit candle at the cross. The candle smashed into a million pieces on the wall.
"I know you Root because you are me. I saw it from the very beginning. I acted similarly for a bit. Tried to push people away so they wouldn't get hurt. Yet, for some reason, people like Mariko end up a major part of your life anyways. I..., I pity and envy at the same time for you. Pity the ending by envy what you had. Let's just say I was better at pushing my crushes away than you were. Fuck the rest of them. I'm getting you out. It would have been nice if Mariko came with you, but I'm getting you out at least. Maybe then you can live the life I always wanted to live: a normal one where you are able to move on from the past. All you need to do is accept that your mother's dead and so is Mariko. I'm not sure about Wendy, but let's include her too. Go live the life they sacrificed themselves for. Please."
Taro tossed a wad of crumbled up paper and threw it where the candle was.
"I don't need your permission. I'm doing it anyways."
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Post by Alexander Root on Apr 25, 2016 14:27:14 GMT -5
For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love. Root's eyes followed the candle which broke apart, making it impossible for it to start a fire. Then he looked back at Taro swiftly and glared at him.
"Then your life is meaningless. Science exists. God exists. The Devil does exist. However, this world is governed by laws of physics. The universe is governed by laws. Out of all the people in the world, yes there would always be someone like you or Junpei because its just how the law of the large numbers works. Eventually, even the things that have one billionth of a percent of happening, there will eventually be someone out there who experiences that event. And in this case its surviving all of your accidents. And yes, they are fucking accidents. You're not cursed, the devil isn't fucking with you, you're just that one billionth of a percent." Root was speaking with a calm voice, though the anger and frustration still showed through just as powerfully as if he were yelling, if not more. "You're just a wee little baby complaining that you've got it so much worse. And honestly, if Junpei dies he never deserved the title anyways. Surviving means to survive. Anyone older than Junpei succeeded at his so called title more, so it doesn't matter what you do, the instant Junpei dies, he shows he was never worthy for the title of survivor."
Root swatted the piece of paper away so it bounced to a corner away from the cross in general. "I don't want your pity." Root turned away from Taro, trying to control the emotions that welled up when Taro had said that all three women he loved he should assume were dead. It was one thing saying it and admitting it to himself, but to hear someone else say it sucked. Tears were stuck at the edges of his eyes and he continued, his throat hoarse from the talk, the crying, and yelling he'd done already today. "Take your envy and shove it up your ass. They didn't sacrifice their lives. They had no idea they were going to die. Sacrificing would be as if they jumped in front of a car to save me. My mother came to see an experiment. Mariko simply associated herself with me. Wendy was related to me. All these things have in common an active participation of me in their deaths. All of those fuckin' accidents you were in would've still happened if you didn't exist. If I didn't exist all three of the ones I loved would be alive. That's the difference between you and me. I don't deserve to live. If you really want to get me out of here? Well then you're going to have to do it without my help. I want Willow, Ignia, Alexia, Koji, and yes, even Iocus to get out of here. If that means I die in the process, then so be it. I won't let anyone else die… anyone else die for what I have done, for what I've not done."
Root wanted Taro to fail so badly, because of what he had done to Mariko before she died. He wanted Taro to fail because he was such an idiot. He wanted Taro to fail so badly because if he succeeded he'd have to live in a world without anyone not even those he'd slowly grown to care for. With having to go out there and tell this boy that Ignia cared for that she was dead and it was his fault. Going out there, and finding Willow's family and telling them that he stole Willow's chance of survival. He couldn't live in that world. He had to at least try to save as many as he possibly could. For his own sanity. He couldn't bear the burden of their lives, it was already weighing down on him.
"You can't stop me from killing myself, or killing someone else so I die. You will fail in saving me. I will die before I let… my friends down." Friends. He'd said it aloud. It hurt to do so as well, knowing that saying it made it feel more real and when friendship was real he always ruined it. "It's always been hard for me to not actually form attachments; that's why I insult everyone I meet. Yet somehow, a few seem to have slipped through into my heart. That's another difference between the two of us, Taro. My mother taught me to be a good person, to care with all my heart, and so closing my heart is terribly hard even with how much pain I've gone through. It's easy to push people away when you don't know them, but this game has forced us to not be strangers to one another. It's human nature to care for others, dating back to the early Homo-Sapiens, as dependence on the different strengths of others was necessary for survival. That's why these… attachments are formed and get in the way. Mariko was no crush. There was no possible way to keep away from her, for me. It was as if she were a drug I was already addicted to when I met her. And really, that's what love is, an addiction. If you managed to keep your connections from forming, bravo, Taro. In the end…" Root looked to Mariko and then turned back towards Taro finally. "I was glad to have known her. She made me the happiest man alive. Even if for a short amount of time." Oh god, the tears were starting to form again.
"Please just shut up now. I need to concentrate."
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