Location: Pinefall High Dormitory
Phase: Evening Phase
Date: 09.09.1994 (FRI)
Weather: Rain
There are lots of things I don't understand.
There are lots of things I want to believe in.
There are lots of things I keep to myself.
But just because of that, it doesn't mean I can stop. Even if I'm so, ridiculously, absurdly, desperately trying to be something I'm not, I can't help it. Because in the back of my mind, there's a voice telling me that it's a waste of time, and I shouldn't bother at all. My room is empty of most things. It's a desk, a lamp, and a closet filled with secrets that I can't share. There's a window to a world that I don't really understand in it, but people keep telling me that I should just try a little, and I can understand it.
But that's unimportant. Because there's something I have to do here. There's something I have to seek here.
So... Just because it's difficult, doesn't mean its wrong. There's one person at this school who I factually know can help me with goals that I can't begin to grasp at, because he's the kind of person that surprises me with a food I haven't tasted in a year. A taste I'd tried to swear off, but the instant it touched my lips again, ahh...
You're really cruel, aren't you, Principal? To invite someone like me to a place like this. I'm not really meant for this side of the world, after all. I grew up in a place where if there was no light, someone would casually wave their hand, a spell of dust and ash would create a glimmering softness in the air. A place where non-humans and humans could get along in a blissful serenity. Me being here... I'm not the right person for this kind of job. I'm utterly useless at infiltration, and already multiple people know something of my true nature.
Mercedes West, after all, isn't the type of person to let what I've been doing slide. This kind of lie ends up with everyone unhappy. But I can't tell the truth, because that ends with my body in a ditch at the edge of a road.
I smile.
It's bitter.
There is one person here, however, who is already clearly twisted enough to accept someone as hopelessly inept as myself. And naturally, I will have to draw him to my side in order to move forward.
After all, Souma, I'm ever so curious as to how you managed to acquire such meat and serve it.