... I'm waiting
It's a starless night. Seems like it's going to rain tomorrow. Judia is sleeping already. I'm standing on the balcony. The night spread it's shades over the desert. I guess whole Morroc is sleeping. Except me. It's your fault.
How dare you? You dared to die in front of my own eyes after sending me away to save Yuufa and Roan...
And now you just reappear? And plant seeds of doubt in my heart that it was not Haze but you who attacked us? The very you? The thought makes me tremble. My legs refuse to carry my body.
Keough... I barely could get along with the thought of you being dead... I hardly could get along with the thought of Haze using your appearance. But I can't go on doubting! What if it's really you? What if you really attacked Yuufa? ... what if it was you who attacked me?
Keough... I don't want to believe that it really is you... it can't be. But on the other hand... you always where a gentle and caring man. And bloody naive. What could have changed you to the man that did not hesitate to kill us? I would like to know the reason. So desparately.
Tears. I hate tears. I shed too much for you. And every single one tells me: It's my fault. It was my mission. And I was supposed to die. Not you.
But if it really is you... why did you never come to me? Even if you were part of chaos why didn't you come to me? Why didn't you explain it to me? ...
I would have followed you.
I know I would. Because it was my fault. I would never have left your side until my own death.
You knew that, didn't you? That's why you left me unknowing. I hate you for that...
I know this is my very intimate wish. I wish you would call me to you. Explain the situation to me and convince me to follow you again. Though I wouldn't be too easily convinced, it wouldn't be to hard for you to persuade me either.
Keough... My hand reaches into the pitchblack sky, longs for the horizon. You are somewhere out there. I know it. Yet you haven't come to me. Why?
Don't you want me to follow you? Don't you want me by your side? Then it must be something very serious and dangerous that you're doing. Or do you think I'm too bright to do something that seems like an act of evil at first? Hey, I am an assassin! I'm not innocent! You should know...
Keough... you just must not be evil. And seeing you - or at least your body - seemingly being controled by evilness... it breaks my heart.
Do you want me to hate you? You know I can't. Give up trying! Please...
Yuufa cries a lot, you know. And I'm almost too busy comforting her to cry myself.
Keough... what am I supposed to do?! Tell me! Answer me!
You won't, am I right? Fine. I'll ignore you as you ignore me.
I know I cannot.
It's not fair.
Perhaps I'm too naive.
And that's why I'll be waiting. I'll be waiting for you to pick me up. Or at least wait for an explanation. I just can't do anything else besides waiting. It drives me mad. To be left without a clue. But I won't give up. You should know,
I'll be waiting for you. I'll search the confrontation with you. I'll get my answers. I swear.
I promise you.
We are both naive, you know? I bet you do.
It's fate.
I rise and go to bed. Lie down on my side. Not that I would be able to sleep now... but I've got to try. I have to recover all of my strength. Tomorrow is a day were I could challange you again. So I better sleep now. Good night, Keough.
I love you. And you won't make me forgetting that.
