KIZUMONOGATARI: Wound Tale

Having wounded each other, the two of us licked each other's wounds. Damaged goods both, we sought out each other. "If you want to die tomorrow, I'm ready for my life to end tomorrow - if you care to live for today, then so will I," I vowed out loud. Thus begins the tale of the wounded ones. A tale of blood that splattered red and dried up black. The tale of our never-to-heal, precious wound. I will tell it to no one.

Making friends would lower my intensity as a human[...]In other words, if I had friends, I’d have to start worrying about them, right? If my friends were hurt, I’d feel hurt too, and if they felt sad, I’d feel sad too. You end up with more weak points, so to speak. I think that’s the same as becoming weaker as a person.

Suicide" Kissshot said disappointedly . Her eyes were downcast , facing the town spread out below her . "A common reason , one accounting for nine-tenths of vampire deaths". ".....". "Incidentally , the remaining tenth succumb to vampire slayers - any other reason fit within the margins of a rounding error". "Suicide ? Why ?". "Do they not speak of dying of boredom ?". Boredom was a killer . Guilt could kill you - but boredom was lethal .

Do ye mean to say that humans do not kill one another? Listen, as far as I know, no species animal exists that does not kill its own kind. No, even among plants, trees rob on another of nutrients.

I don't know everything, just what I know

Having wounded each other, the two of us licked each other’s wounds. Damaged goods both, we sought out each other. “If you want to die tomorrow, I’m ready for my life to end tomorrow—if you care to live for today, then so will I,” I vowed out loud. Thus begins the tale of the wounded ones. A tale of blood that splattered red and dried up black. The tale of our never-to-heal, precious wound. I will tell it to no one.

A journey of self-discovery. Running away from home lite.