[ He stops, finally, near the end of the branch, his back turned to her. He hasn't turned his gem to face his skin yet, so his wings are nowhere to be seen. ]
You're mistaken, Illyasviel.
[ His voice is soft and toneless. ]
It isn't anything like "hating myself."
[ It is, of course. It really is. ]
It's merely a wish I had to clean up the world and stop existing.
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You're mistaken, Illyasviel.
[ His voice is soft and toneless. ]
It isn't anything like "hating myself."
[ It is, of course. It really is. ]
It's merely a wish I had to clean up the world and stop existing.