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While you were from science, I hid myself in sophism. The fallacy, the half-truths and the illusion were my faithful companions.
I used to say half words for entire (and confused) feelings. Fragmented, a fraud.
I made water turn into wine with a little dye, I became Jesus. But I can't make the love that I feel become smoldering love and get to you.
I'm calamity. I try, I fail, I break down in feeling. I forget you look at me and see my horror show, I regret.
What I have left is to pretend. I created a persona, I put so much effort into this farce that I forgot about myself. I drink my disgrace in a glass of wine and remember Dionysus, I think we'd be great friends. The god of wine, the god of the mask. What remains is to hide behind a mask, to abandon the body named Gen Asagiri and to live being just a lie.
I'm the character and the screenwriter of my piece of illusion, you're the chemist who synthesizes life. It ruins me.
The world is too small for you, Senku, but for me, it's something so huge that I lose myself.
I know that in the near future I will see your name in a newspaper headline, talking about some scientific revolution and how you saved humanity. I wonder whether I'll read this news through a newspaper or by a hologram. Whether is paper, whether is artificial intelligence, the world needs you — and so do I.
But I'm not important to be in a newspaper headline, and even in your heart.
Humanity has a lot more to offer you than I do, a boy with a vast collection of facets forged to lies, ready-made sentences and torn feelings.
That's the end of my tragedy.