You died for the world too. Nobody thanked you, nobody was with you. The people you saved were probably glad you were dead. We always knew we'd die like that, right? But it was okay.

But it's not, it's not okay, and I don't think we should have to be alone anymore. Even lovers we take can't compare to someone who truly knows everything. I'll love you and only you, Allen. Not Nea, not a dog, not an exorcist, not a Noah. Just you.