There are many questions in this world that have no answers.
We're going to start walking again. We can't stand still, you know. Not as long as we're still alive.
When I, who is called a "weapon" or a "monster", fight a real monster, I can fully realize that I am just a "human".
Your hands weren't meant to take peoples lives. They were meant to save them.
Bloodshed begets bloodshed. Hatred begits hatred.
No fair, sky. I'm the one who feels like crying.