(From Blue's Perspective)
If I told him to hurt them, he would do that, I knew he would not bother thinking about it again. Perhaps I should have told him that. But for some reason, I did not want to do that. All I wanted was to let them see and suffer from within.
"Don't you come here?" I asked.
"No. It has been a long time since I've come here last."
"When did you come here last?"
"Probably eleven or twelve years ago," he replied normally.
"..."
"𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰? 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴?"
"Perhaps because the person is me."