Tao,

By the time you will read these words, I will be long gone.

Please, do not pray for my soul. This world, this place, these people, all of them are broken. You asked if I wanted to go back home. I never found the answer, but today I know. I think somewhere deep inside, I always knew.

I don't.

This weird, bizarre past is not my own anymore. I lived in this new world, I will die here, and surprisingly, I feel like I was born there.

My future, your present... Is that even different? I don't know. So many things inside my mind that I can't understand. I think the world is not broken actually, Tao. I think I am what's broken.

Time has won me over. Time has captured my mind, has claimed the price of my heart. But I told time that my heart was yours, and my mind... I sold my mind to Hell when I met you.

Do you even know that? I don't think you do. You took my heart long ago... And you have paraded with it, around the battlefield, on the rock fragments, and the corpses; like a trophy only you were aware of.

Well, I leave it to you. You can throw it away, you can burn it, devastate it, or just burry it somewhere in the dead ground of the universe.

I don't care anymore. It was yours, and it's all that matters. I'm wasting my breath just to write you these words. Even my last word will be yours. But you don't know that either.

Tao, for all I know you could be dead already. You could be dust and bones, and I wouldn't know. Nobody would have cared to tell me. But nobody knew. That you were mine, and that all living pieces who would have looked at you, I would have burned them alive.

But I'm almost dead, and time took me. Time can have my life, my blood, my soul, it will not have my heart. You stole my heart even before I had time -time, again- to give it to you. Did I already said that? Yes, I think I did.

I am wounded and in pain and at the gates of Death. I am writing because my words are the only thing time cannot take. I am writing so you'll know that even if we come from different periods, if all along we were fighting on opposite sides, with opposite gods; you will know that everything I still am today is yours. My name, my face, my breath, they are all yours and now you can claim them, and you can love them or hate them or throw them in the blaze of the world.

Live, Angel. Live, as long as time doesn't find you.

Pray that you will see me one more time. I cannot forget you. You own my heart, and my heart only knows you.

Until time will give me back to you,

Akio.

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