I hated you from the very beginning.

Whether it was your actions or your personality. No matter how good your skills were, you couldn't even function as a proper human being. I hated you. Even the smell of cigarettes lingering on your suit collar was maddeningly unpleasant.

But you know, why is there a pack of cigarettes in my hand right now? Why is cigarette smoke leaking from my mouth? Yeah, the very thing I hated so much.

I hated it. I hated you enough to kill you. But now, I've become someone who can't live without cigarettes.

Look, even at this moment when I'm running toward you, you're scattering that acrid smoke.

That smoke that is still, as always, annoying.