You find Kenich in your uncle's study and you look at him. Finally, you speak, your voice weaker than you want it to be. Was any of it real? You ask. Kenichi looks up at you, his expression unreadable. No, you were just a way to pass the time. You choke on your words, holding back tears. Then lie. Tell me lies, lies, beautiful lies 'Till your treason won't hurt anymore Tell me lies, lies, beautiful lies I'll remember each word that you swore. (Take it from here)
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