[Damn, trust Byakuran to remember after all.]

...Where do you want me to start?

She was a woman I fell in love with and married.

We had only been married a month. I went with her to a...bank, I don't remember why, and then...some armed thieves burst in, and held us all hostage.

They separated the women from the men. Of course, Sarah was one of those...she wasn't...someone who liked to sit obediently and do as she was told. She...bit one of the men and tried to run away. But they...shot her. Several times. Right in front of me.

...That's what I like to remember happened. The order...I'm not sure...I recall wresting a gun from someone and shooting, randomly. Or maybe that was later...

[He shakes his head and in a soft whisper:] I went mad, Byakuran. They sentenced me to die but I escaped and hunted the rest of the gang down. They caught me before I could kill the last one and executed me on the spot. I suppose my soul couldn't rest, having not avenged her murder properly...

It is keeping me tied to this realm. Unless I forgive those who were responsible...I will retain my memories, and my hate.

[His voice grows bitter.] And I think this is punishment for me; why else would the Samsara constantly bring me into contact with the Mafia? Force me to become the kind of men who shot my wife dead?

That is what I have come to believe.

And I loathe you for being one. But I loathe myself more for associating with one, and for wanting to try and...love one.

[He breaks off, frustration written plainly across his face.] Do you know how much I hated you and want-- wanted you when you first forced me into your bed?

I can't. I am incapable of it.

[He states this coldly, like it's a fact.]

I'm trying.

[He rolls on to his other side, facing away from Byakuran, annoyed.]

[He cringes a little and after a pause responds roughly.] ...I love you too.