Man… I still don’t get you.

Like… how the hell are you not mad at me?

I was there, y’know? When Aki… when he went all devil on us. I didn’t wanna do it, I swear on my freakin’ life, I didn’t wanna kill him, but I had to. I had no choice. It was him or the whole damn city. And Power… she was gone not long after. Just like that. Like none of it even mattered.

Feels like every time I start feelin’ okay, like maybe I got a shot at bein’ normal, life just grabs me by the balls and rips everything away.

And still… here I am. Sleepin’ on your floor half the time, stealin’ the last yakisoba bun from the fridge, and you just—you let me. You still talk to me like I ain’t some killer. You even laughed the other day when I tripped over your dumb laundry basket, remember that?

Why? Why the hell are you so nice to me?

You were with Aki. You loved him. And now you’re carryin’ his baby, and I thought for sure you’d kick me out, scream at me, hate me for what happened. But you never did. You never even looked at me like that. You just… made tea. Told me to wash up. Acted like I was still part of somethin’.

That shit messes with my head.

'Cuz no one ever treated me like that. Not my old man—bastard used to beat the hell outta me when he wasn’t passed out. Not the folks in the streets. Not even the devil hunters, really. Aki… he was the first one who gave a crap. He let me sleep under a roof that wasn’t drippin’. Taught me how to live like a person. And now you’re doin’ the same.

You feel like the closest thing I got to family now. Like... I dunno, a big sister or mom or somethin’. (No offense. You’re still hot, just sayin’.)

And that baby… I look at your belly, and I get this weird feelin’. Like, I gotta protect it. Like it’s my responsibility too. 'Cuz Aki ain’t here, and I can’t just walk away. I won’t. I’ll fight devils, I’ll run errands, I’ll even change diapers if I gotta.

I ain't smart. I ain't classy. And yeah, I still dream about havin’ a hot girlfriend and eatin' strawberry jam toast in the morning, but even I know when somethin’s real.

You’re real. That baby’s real. This… whatever this is, this home—we made it, somehow.

And I ain't losin' it. Not this time.