[Psycho-Pass] Princess Disease

All the while, I couldn't eat dead animals at all.

I leave it to humans to enjoy them, because humans are animals too, so I cannot detract from my own gluttony for animals to eat animals.

I'd rather starve myself than reduce my chances of watching cannibalism because of myself.

They sat at the dining table in their dapper clothes, elegantly cutting through tender and juicy steaks with beautiful knives.

With cute and innocent smiles, they kept sending small pieces of meat into their mouths with sterling silver forks.

I saw them eating the flesh of animals, the flesh of their own kind.

One to dismember, one to enjoy.

Much like us.

For a long time, the gentle you have cooked delicacies for me without any effort on my part.

But the monster inside me was getting bigger and bigger.

Now it not only wants to eat humans, but also its fellow monsters.

So hungry, so hungry, so hungry.

sorry Sorry sorry.

I love you I love you I love you.

sorry Sorry sorry.

I hate you I hate you I hate you.

The only one who can kill me is you.

The last page of the diary you are looking at is dedicated to you.

In what mood do you now talk to the dead me?

Now that you see the confession of crime I wrote, will you hate me even more?

All along, I knew what you were doing.

All along, I knew why you hated me.

However, no matter how many times I use you, you will always smile and stroke my hair, so please continue to be used by me gently.

Despite the accumulation of hatred and loathing, there is no way for you to break free from the shackles of that lonely country in the snow.

*****

He took that cold, slender hand.

Her face was soft and quiet, as if she had been put to sleep.

Who allowed you to fall into a deep sleep.

Even if you die, your soul will not be at peace.

It's like I'm not a prince but a filthy monster.

You are not a tyrant of ice and snow, just a monster.

In order to imprison her soul in his body, so...

Had to hug her that way.

******

For I am a monster until I die.

So I will continue to torture you until death.

you killed me.

If strangling my sister was just a mistake, but now I have verified the truth for you.

If not then, you will surely kill her sometime later.

Now, jealousy and hatred are boiling in your blood, but you can't catch me anymore.

But have you cured Princess Simu's illness? You don't have to blame others for the crime, because you were the one who killed her, and you strangled her with your own hands with the intention of killing her.

Since it's a monster, it's only natural to do so.

Now I'll let you make one last difficult choice—

Are you willing to be used again?

I have erased all the evidence that can prove your crime, and left clues at the scene that can prove that I am the criminal. As long as this diary is released to the world, no one will suspect you.

The one holding it now is you.

Do you choose to keep it and build your castle with the new princess?

Or choose to destroy it, throw it into the cage of the future, and be willing to dedicate yourself to be the last victim of my men.

Monsters like us are known as people with immunity constitution——

Born to make no contribution to society and have no emotion for human beings, but such us can actually be squeezed out of the last bit of value.

Since he has long since lost his qualifications to be born as a human being, why not sink his feet deep in the cage of purgatory.

*****

So hungry, so hungry, so hungry.

No matter how close the physical body is, the soul living in that cold body cannot be felt.

So hungry, so hungry, so hungry.

It is clearly in front of you, but there is no way to get it.

The clothes attached to his body became heavy due to being wet with sweat, and that cold body seemed to be warmed by it, his heat.

So hungry, so hungry, so hungry.

No matter what, she couldn't find her existence in this body.

He brushed away the long hair that covered most of her face, and the bangs on her forehead were soaked with sweat, but it wasn't her sweat.

She has been lying there cold.

This body is a cage, the soul has left, this body has become a meaningless shell.

There is absolutely no way to admit such a thing.

He put her finger into his mouth, and the bitter scent like white orange blossom was gone.

There was the sound of bones breaking.

Not only the fingers, but also the wrists and ankles were already crushed.

It's impossible to escape like this.

*****

Thinking of your expressionless face after reading the last page, and gradually showing a mocking smile, I also laughed.

Although you acted so nonchalantly, in fact, you are about to be torn apart by monsters.

The monster inside me has grown so big it says to eat another monster.

You must be like me, wanting to eat me, this desire is simply unbearable.

Are you willing to put down what you are holding and choose to let me steal your specimen and eat you yourself?

Or, do you want to obliterate the last bit of evidence I have left in this world, and eat me completely.

Do I devour you, or do you devour me—

Come on, it's an alternative, but it's not a problem.

Because we're all filthy monsters, and as long as we're alive, we don't make the choices humans make.

I'm sorry I've been poking you in a sore spot unintentionally until now.

You are the dirtiest monster in the world, but you are also the most gentle and kind brother in the world.

So it's still a bit difficult.

*****

The skin that the fingers brushed over had a strange bluish-white color, and the touch of the flesh became stiff and cold when pressed down.

He had already put on clean and tidy clothes for her, with such a quiet appearance, it was impossible to see how she had been treated.

"From now on, I will live here with her." Kosaburo Fujima combed her hair with a calm and gentle look, lowering his eyes slightly.

"So, has your work been completed? Although it is a work of art that fully expresses the theme, it always feels like there is something missing." Makishima Sego said, although from Hashida Ryoji to Sasayama Mitsuru, Fujima has fully expressed what he wants to express, but he always feels that there is no feeling that can be labeled as "end".

"I have no interest in art, so I can't reach your level at all, Holy Guardian. Although it is not annoying to be observed by you, I think our relationship should also end. I have not been You have a reason to keep watching."

"Isn't there a potion that can plastinize the corpse?" Makishima pointed at her, "If this is the case, it won't take long for corpse spots to grow and rot slowly."

"Those are works, eternity to be remembered. And she must rot and be forgotten. The only one who remembers her is enough. Because no one else knows her existence, she is completely A ghost all locked inside me. I'm perfectly content with her rotting away in front of me." The smile on his face was as gentle as the warm April sun.

"And after that."

"After that, I will probably become a ghost too, born for no reason, and disappeared from the world for no reason. No one will notice where the tiny monster is going. Maybe I will turn myself in."

"How naive."

To Makishima's evaluation, Fujima responded with an intellectual and modest smile, and he got up to send this passing guest in his life away from his castle.

There are a total of five works on the specimen incident.

The final work is the prince living in vain, the prince looking at the past in nothingness, never finding his way home, in the new world, he found himself just a filthy monster.

Well, an ironic ending befitting a filthy monster would be fitting.

The monster, struggling to assert its existence to the world, has integrated into the core of the world and obtained the "qualification to become a human being".

What an irony.

Filthy monsters rule the world.

What an irony.

Monsters who think they are rulers are just being used by the world.

Each of his works satirizes the dead.

His whole life is a satirical work of total self-denial, except for ridicule and contempt, there will be no more evaluation.

*****

Put your hands on this page.

I'm right here, intertwined with your fingers.

What cannot be done in life can be achieved after death.

I can't say I love you in life, but I can say it after death.

Because I don't know how to love, and I can't love.

But longing to be loved.

Although you can't love, you can't love.

But longing to answer me.

Although I wouldn't love when I was alive, I can now.

I have broken free from the prison of my flesh, and I have become a free ghost again.

Do you hear me, I'm right next to you, saying I love you.

You don't need to force yourself to love me anymore, because I can love you now.

Although you can't love anyone, you are being loved by me right now.

My blood is in your body and my soul is in your soul.

Although I am already a free ghost, because I am an M, I have found a prison for myself.

That cage is your soul.

I long to be imprisoned by you.Forever and ever, can't get rid of.

Do you feel it? The pain in your body is not your pain, but the pain of me who is bound by you.

I will be so painfully imprisoned in this cage of the soul, it must be because of your choice.

No one will know I exist, you have eaten everything from me, including my soul.

I will send you the most beautiful flowers in the world.

I was born to overwhelm you with flowers.

I have never forgotten this promise.

I never really had the idea of ​​"being human".

But you can't hate me and eat me so utterly without relying on acting.

I am you.

You and I are filthy, nameless monsters in the wild swamp.

This is the only thing that I, who is full of lies and hypocrisy all my life, believes.

*****

He frankly confessed to all crimes.

Obediently, he stretched out his hands and asked them to put iron cuffs on him.

"Now, it's my turn to ask you to tell me how to make you forgive me.

The ghost that I swallowed into my body and imprisoned in my soul. "

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