Who is he?
I can't help but ask myself that as I stare at him.
Small. Thin. Young. A child.
Big. Muscular. Powerful. A Monster.
I'm the Monster.
Seeing the difference between us... Is he the interior? And I the exterior? Something like that?
No.
No, he can't be.
Because I am both.
Then?
Tsk. Why do I ask myself that? It's been clear from the beginning.
Even before, it wasn't Mina. It was him.
It was always him.
My past self.
But why would my past self look at me this way?
I thought you would be happy.
Look. My heart beats powerfully. My legs work. I can run. I can do so many things.
Why aren't you happy?
You couldn't do any of those things. Is that why you're mad at me? No, that can't be the case. Because I am both.
Why aren't you happy?
It started with my heart, then spread to my legs, then continued spreading. That's how it went, right, my past self?
