Oh? I wonder why that is. Surely it's not because you never had to raise a finger to end their very lives yourself, right? Right up until that very moment when you finally went and did it.

[ sarcasm drips from his voice, his expression annoyed. why can't he remember? this isn't fair. nothing has been fair since he stepped into this wretched city. this place has promise that it could finally be a world where he can rest easy, like what vergilius had wanted for him.

but even he can't have that here. angela... it's all her fault... ]

Don't give me that bullshit, Angela. Even if I can't recall all that, I know you didn't have a choice but to kill me anyway. No one in the City has the luxury to choose in the first place.

[ and he knows that he would've put up a valiant effort to the very end, unlike the first time they'd met. ]

So in that case, let's try again. [ he has his baseball bat buckled to his waist - if angela truly has become human, it won't be too hard to smash her head in. ] You wanted to forget everything, right? Well, by killing each other, we'll be able to forget our worst memories if we're lucky.

[ but knowing them, luck isn't going to be in their favor either. ]