‘My’ Yasuho…? He’s got to be kidding. Since when am I ‘his’ Yasuho? I told you I don’t like you, Joshu Higashikata! I seriously hate him… he’s such a dumbass!
Society will never know the story of the proud life that he lived... But his descendants will know of it. The new life growing inside me will know of it.
Even if nobody understands you, even if things don't turn out the way you expect, accept it. Losing your temper and taking it out on everyone around you is inexcusable. It prevents you making anything of yourself. It leads you straight to ruin.
Well, this is the really extra serious bit. When a lifeform doesn't have enough life power...they go extinct. Without fail. Like the pandas! They're dooooomed. They only eat bamboo. Nothing else. There's no hope for them.
‘Good’ is evident in deeds; ‘good’ tries to influence feelings and motives through appeals to logic and critical thought. If that deed leads to a good result, it is good; if the intent, too, was good, perfect.
“I could have helped her. And instead... Instead I didn’t do anything!”
She felt the weight of remorse. And clenched her fists.
“And yet I survived. Why?
…Why only me?”
She had a way of saying things that were so right you couldn’t argue, couldn’t make excuses, and couldn’t disobey without feeling like you were a very bad boy.
You don't believe what you just said. Not for a second. You don't believe you betrayed anyone. In fact, you feel very certain that Buccellati betrayed you. Right? You imagine we see you as a traitor, and you voice that notion preemptively – even though you don't believe it.
I have zero sympathy for your sorry ass. But if I kill you while you're helpless, that'll leave a bad taste in my mouth. How long will it take for you to heal? Three seconds? Four seconds? As soon as you heal, Star Platinum will split your head open all over the street!