Alessa:
“It would be better for “myself” to die. After all, it’s nothing to be afraid of…
That child… that demon…
When I think of the endless pain it will bring when it is birthed…
I decided that, instead of the suffering and cruelty I endured in that sick room…
That I would like to bestow a more gentle and peaceful death on “myself.”
Why do “I” resist? I never thought of “myself” as such a fool…”
Heather:
“I guess it’s kinda strange for me to call you that, since you are me.
But y’know what? “You” and I don’t think alike, after all…
And it’s not that I don’t remember that sick room either…”
