He was always alone. Born without love and affection, without an idea of such simple things as friendship or sympathy, just finding himself alone in an inhospitable world. He never believed that the time would come when the desire to know the world, to see it’s beauty with his own eyes, would be fulfilled.

He never believed that he would be needed until he realized that the freedom he had been given was just a deception, and the shell had actually been shed like a worn — out skin.

V was always alone. From the very beginning of his worthless life. He appeared here for only one purpose — to bring back his true self. The one who divided the soul into parts, discarding the objectionable human, releasing it into the wild, knowing that it could perish. Hoping that she would die. The very part that felt, suffered, and was vulnerable.

V retained the memory of his main body's past, but gained his own mind, motivation, and views on the world and the people in it. With each passing day, in addition to the desire to find oneself, other desires also appeared, new relationships developed. V perceived the world more vividly, but also more painfully.

You became for him not just a hope for rebirth, but an anchor that you held in this world. For V, you became someone he wanted to protect and love, to live for. And the dilemma between rebirth and existence caused a strong dissonance.

He felt you reach out, running your hand over V's cheekbone up to his forehead. And V was ready to keep silent about the secret until the very end, just for the sake of these touches, for the sake of such a fleeting life. only because his essence, born in the darkness of worthlessness, simply wanted to know at least a few bright moments of life.

"It shouldn't be like this in this world." In response to his words, you looked at him gently but sternly, And V had to exhale sharply and noisily, falling to your lips in confusion. Kissing desperately, wetly, eye to eye. Sadness for acceptance. "Do you want to say something bad?"