Yes. I burn.
Yes. In flames.
Yes. It is not a joke. It is true.
Even at this time, I stand amidst the roaring noise
And burn up. Can you hear it?
It is because my beginning was with flames, and so was my end.
When I met Sigurd, when I killed Sigurd.
When my consciousness was born, and when my life ended.
I am always engulfed in flames.
When I noticed it, I had become the flames itself.
Here, can you see it?
The blue flame.
No, no. This is the shape of the feelings that pour forth from my heart.
Even if I die, even if I have died, it will absolutely never disappear.
If it seems to vanish to your sight---
Hehe. No, as expected, it does not disappear after all.
It must have just been smouldering, surely.