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I wonder... If I were to help bring this world to its utmost limit by giving the sacrifice you made a choice... would you hate me?
...That desperate thought, which was filled with yearning, had persisted in his mind even now as he watched the Harbinger of Chaos grow as a normal boy.
It was laughable, really. For all his claims of wanting the world to look onward towards the boundless truth he had been privy to for so long, only to falter ever so slightly at the thought of earning the ire of the one who had claimed his heart. It was even more of a laugh when that person was the person who made the very system he had now sabotaged.
Of all the souls that exist in the world, from mortals to immortals alike, why her...? He couldn't even tell you when he had first caught feelings. A side effect of all of the world being reset over and over again, perhaps. It all blends together after a while.
And yet, no matter how many cycles.. No matter how many times the world repeats... No matter how many times he had finally, finally, gotten close enough to achieving what he had sought for so long, only to fail right at the end...
Those feelings persisted.
Is this some sort of punishment from the heavens? Him misinterpreting any guilt he may have? Or, is this beating in his chest and this fluttering in his cheeks actually.....
It doesn't matter.
None of it matters. Not when he's this close to success after so long.
His heart be damned, he will not suffer another failure; he can't.
So until the sky shatters, and the world is pushed to the brink... he'll bury his heart, and press onward towards the chaos he cherishes just as deeply.