A Message from Someone (6)
That’s right—why was it me?
Why wasn’t it you?
Why me? Why was I the only one who had to endure this? If I think back, there was no real reason why I should have had to do all the things I did. All the stories they tell about “me” are far removed from the truth, so really, it should have just been someone who fit that idealized mold from the start.
So why the hell did it have to be me?
Why not you?
You still live free of care in this fragile world I reconstructed, don’t you?
Yet you know nothing of the truth. Nothing of the facts. You just guzzled down the faith they laid in front of you like a pig at a trough, didn’t you?
That’s right—flocks of sheep are fundamentally stupid. And that is the way things ought to be. Honestly, you probably don’t think I have any right to blame you. But that self-indulgence of yours is a sin unto itself, and because of it, you never even tried to notice.
Surely, the grace period I gave you was long enough.
Yet even so, you were unable to learn.
Stupid sheep. Fattened swine. I keep sending you these messages, but you never reply. Is my voice even reaching you?
…Because if it is, if you can hear me, then surely, you’re putting in a commensurate amount of effort trying to respond, aren’t you?
Don’t tell me you didn’t try at all, did you? Surely, surely, surely that isn’t the case.
Fine, then. Fine. If no one will listen to my message, then so be it.
But if that’s the case, then…I curse you. A curse on you.
A curse on you.
A curse on everything—
—and a curse on you.
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