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Regect had been waiting.
For forever.
All he wanted was to see his friend.
His only friend.
He didn't want to wrap Micha up in this- he never did.
Just like how he didn't want to get Ze caught up in this.
Or Moe.
It was all his fault, wasn't it?
He was a parasite.
A leech.
Just dirt and vomit, mixed into a slimy disgusting sickness that latched onto everyone he knew.
A sick and ruined creature that should be snuffed out by the world.
A monster who ruins everyone's lives just by knowing them.
And he ruined Micha with his own problems, and Ze and Moe and everyone he's ever met.
It wasn't the eyes, it was him.
It had to be.
It was all him.
He couldn't even protect Micha from the eyes.
He hated him.
Micha hated him, didn't he?
He had to. Regect would hate him if he were Micha.
He hated himself either way.
He was nauseating to talk to, and he was just an annoying freak.
No wonder Ze hated him.
And Micha too.
He couldn't protect anyone and now he had to pay for it.
Because he was a terrible person.
And a horrible friend.
...
But you already knew that, didn't you, Regect?
You deserve this, Regect.
To die.
You couldn't save that kid.
And now he's dead.
You deserve to die, too.
By my hands.
Disgusting, aren't you.
You deserve this.
You deserve everything that's happened to you.
And everything that will happen to you.
...
"I HATE YOU"
"YOUR A BAD FRIEND"
...
(I'm sorry, Micha.)
(I'm sorry, Ze.)
(I'm sorry, Moe.)
(I'm so sorry.)
(I'm a leech.)
(A virus.)
(I deserve this.)
(I'm sorry.)
(I'm so sorry.)