My true goal is to keep all this hidden away to the very end.

What, too many secrets for you? Can you blame me? It’s not like I had a heart. They’re always going on about hearts, but truth is, it doesn’t really matter to me.

But, well… by nature, hearts are ambiguous. So researching them in the first place is already questionable at best! I really don’t get why they even bother. Wearing those white coats and blabbering on about this and that, it makes me sick. And I can’t stand people who look down on others. And I can’t say I’m thrilled by the one who’s always hiding one eye. I mean, they say eyes are the windows to the soul. And then there’s the macho one! I hate beefcakes, too! And then beards! They give me the creeps~! Speaking of beards, I don’t like tricksters, or that guy who never says much but is always whirling his lances around, and I hate the one who just plays his stupid instrument all the time.

Huh? I’ve just been talking about things I hate, but… don’t love and hate come from the same place? It’s not like that’ll be interesting to talk about. Well, I guess it could be. Things I love… What can I say I like—oh, that’s right, I don’t like anything. Everything sucks. So, if I say I hate something, I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea that I have any special feelings about it or anything like that. And I always do things for my own sake, so I have no interest in being used by anyone.

Sigh, it was so much better when I had no heart. When I didn’t have to worry about things like liking someone.

Becoming fond of something is painful. That’s why those feelings were taken advantage of. For example, wouldn’t it suck to not be able to have your favourite ice cream anymore? It would be better if you’d never liked it at all, right?

There’s nothing I hate more than losing. And being deceived. And not knowing things.

Sigh, I really hate being a human again. If I’d known this would happen, I’d have never gone along with him. I can’t even use the excuse of having no heart anymore.

What excuse am I going to give now? That’s a secret I haven’t even settled on yet. Why should I have to tell anyone anything about what’s in my heart?

The really precious thoughts are tucked away deep inside me, but it’s not like I’ll forget them or anything.

Once my heart came back, what was precious to my heart returned to me as well. But I don’t love or hate those things. I won’t tell anyone about them. After all, I hate loose-lipped people.

So, it’s a precious little secret, just for me.

My little secret~