I saw him standing there, staring blankly in my direction. At a glance, he looked completely broken. It seemed he had entered a state beyond recovery, but this was my goal. I hadn’t torn him to pieces, but it was still a form of revenge in its own way. Instead of his body, I had torn apart his soul.0

Of course, my belief had always been that, even crawling through a field of filth, it’d still be better to be alive, but given the circumstances, I was certain this was just the right kind of revenge. For the rest of his life—no, considering his lifespan, for what would feel like eternity, he would have to live drowning in doubt about himself and regret. 0

With just a few words, I gave him a highly cost-effective gift.1

‘That’s right, damn it. If that is how he wants to live, then he should live like that. What else can I do?’0

I knew it was an unreasonable demand and something that made no sense, and I had also acknowledged that it would be unfair to dump all the blame and responsibility on him just because he had refused it, but what could I do?0

It was always easier to judge a situation subjectively rather than objectively, and strictly speaking, it wasn’t as if Mikael had no responsibility at all. 0

In fact, his share...0