Walking on the road, I felt the darkness within enveloping me.
But even with a heart as dark as mine, there was a line I wouldn't cross.
I always adhered to that line.
I never hesitated to kill those who deserved it, and I never touched those who didn't, unless it was absolutely necessary.
But that doesn't mean innocent people haven't died because of me.
However, I wouldn't let that constrain me.
Ultimately, what I needed to consider first was whether I could survive.
I could only consider the survival of others once I ensured my own.
So I never thought of myself as a good person.
Because in many people's eyes, I'm a bona fide villain.
As for whether my actions saved people, I didn't care.
I didn't need others' gratitude nor did I mind their hatred.
That's just the way the world is.
If kindness became a blade that bound me, then I would no longer be sharp.
I would sooner or later die on the roadside.