Angela: ... What the hell I am doing I don't really know. Whatever, usual disclaimers apply, you know the drill.


It's such a fitting way for a flower to to die, after all...


They call her their "flower", as if she was something beautiful. As if she could ever be. I am their God, their one and only. They will belong to me alone! I will have them one way or another. But, no matter now. Let them have their fun for now, let them call her their "flower."

After all, when the icy grasp of winter comes, the flowers shall wilt. And when they are broken, they shall die. I will take her from them soon enough. I shall break this "flower" they love so much. Break her, and she will wilt and die, all alone, unloved.

It's such a fitting way for a flower to die, after all...


Angela: That's that. My one-shot Akito-minologue one-shot. Short, yes. To the point, yes. That's it.