Last scene should be heard with Caren. Just because.

And so, how many years had passed?
No longer able to feel time, to him, the world while being static, changed rapidly.
The ties he had when he had still been human were no exception.
The people that chose him, the people that robbed him of movement, the ones that had been his family, the ones that hated him, the ones he loved.

Their hatred hadn't lasted as long as the one they sacrificed.
The ones who stole everything from him disappeared from the world before he would perish.

...Like the passing of a shooting star.
His eye was marked with the strength of that brief mercilessness and unchanging arrival of each day.

For a long time.
He had been left under the sun.

He saw many lives.
The outcomes of oh so many, oh too meaningless lives.
All of them consuming time and space, hastily burning through even their own lives as they bear children, amass wealth, only to end with nothing remaining.

It may be hollow, but it was not nothingness.
Things do end, but there is no such thing as no continuation.

The months passed.
Life withered and bloomed again.
The repeat of growth and decline.
The landscape before him cycled with haste.
There had been a time when he was devastated by different believers.
There had been a time of expansion with the intake of new blood.
And to all of that, with hatred, he continued to look on.
Hatred, was the only means he had to participate in the world.

-The root of evil lies on the peak of the mountain, breathing darkness into our minds.
That had become the teaching of the village passed down since old times.
As long as there is hatred, as long as he is hated, he would not die.
The new villagers hated, worshiped, and were thankful to their daily adversary.
The boy that had been the demon didn't even exist anymore.

Hatred that created nothing.
A blank area that existed so each day would move on smoothly.
A hole left open in day-to-day life, a disposal yard taking in excess emotions.

How convenient it was - a false void that couldn't ever be anything.

And that village too, disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Not from the loop of decline and growth.
The era had changed, the people had changed, and that village in the mountain valley finished its role, becoming a complete wasteland.

Everything he hated was gone.
He lost his name, lost his body, and even lost sight of his soul.
In the end, even hatred left him behind.

Yet, he was still linked here.
So many years had gone by.
The inhabitants had perished, the village was gone, and even his own body had died; but he still couldn't move away.
The engraved hatred was unchanging and immortal.
As long as the world of man continued, he will continue to exist eternally.

In this empty wasteland.
He will gaze at the end of the world forever.