Dark Ash looked down at his hands which were trembling slightly as his voice cracked.
"Was it my fault? Was it really my fault that I died? Was it my fault I was trapped in that cursed place? What did I even do wrong to deserve all that pain...?"
His voice rose as he trembled.
"WHAT DID I DO WRONG?!"
He screamed the words, his voice echoing across the Soul Space, directed at the masked man.
And to that, the man replied in a soft, calm tone, "Wrong? No. You never did anything wrong. In fact, I too believed it was unfair for you to be imprisoned there."
Dark Ash opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the man continued speaking without pause.
"But life... life is fair to no one. It only seems unfair. And that unfairness, in its own twisted way, makes it even more fair. You see, all of you are just pieces... moving on the whi-- - m-- -wh—whether you live or die doesn't—no—no—no - - - - "
