People can change. I believe so, at least. But you didn't give him the chance.

If I just give you the answer you'll never learn.

The real world is a little too bright for me... hard, and bright, and violent. Sometimes just getting through it is a real drain.

Well, I'm just a boy and life is a nightmare...

I'm really good at ramming stuff in holes that look like they'd be too small to fit.

It's not so bad to be caught if I can get to see you looking like that. But I'm nowhere near done yet. Don't think you can get away from that ugly soul of yours for even a moment. I'll be sure to remind you of your sin from now on. Every. Single. Day.

You like me, right? Don't give up on me.

Sneaky, Incognito, reliable, ethical, inside man... That's me.

Even if we get lost at times, and make mistakes, even if we get deeply hurt, the sound of freedom resonates, strong without a certain reason. I will sing again, you will sing again, and our dream will repeat.

The artist so deftly subverts convention through dialectical interplay of irrationality and ambivalence, challenging the minimality of postmodern sensibilities.

People can change. I believe so, at least. But you didn't give him the chance.

For devils who deceive the weak and sit on their dirty chairs, it's time to part ways. Don't let it control what we aspire to have. No matter what they do, it doesn't even bother me.

For devils who deceive the weak and sit on their dirty chairs, it's time to part ways. Don't let it control what we aspire to have. No matter what they do, it doesn't even bother me.

I was just making a bomb.

I'm free! No more constipation☆!

Hey, yo! I definitely know what rap is, yo!

Aaah...! This excites me so much I might accidentally kill you on impulse...

I look away for a minute, and suddenly you turn into a total Casanova. Where did I go wrong...?

Oh... That's so ugly...

What if none of this is real? What if we're just playable units in a video game, dying, and being revived all for some random player's entertainment?

Relying only on our memories, we set out again. Yearning for the warmth we once felt, we fight again.

We need to kill in order to survive.

We can't hold a killing game like this! How are we supposed to kill each other if we're all immortal?

This is your era, nothing lasts forever. Rewrite history with your own voice.

Damn it... what rotten luck...

The world is beautiful, if you have the eyes to see it.

I will protect you.

I only liked girls until now... but you are special... I could make it work for you.

Getting old is as pathetic as a boring manga that just keeps getting published forever!

That's robophobic! I could sue you for that kind of discriminatory remark!