[ Another in their vicinity. He sighs, a puff of air accompanying his morose thoughts. Aren’t they so lucky that he was the one that found them? Aren’t they just simply saved? And do they ever realize their faults? Do they thank him? No. Never. Not once, in his entire life, have they realized how utterly ignorant they were being. Makoto steps out from his hiding place, signaling to the boy with a beckoning hand. Is he doomed to be this guardian angel, put in the grave by those he’s saved? Perfect. ]

“Hey, you!! Come here!”