Reisen Udongein Inaba. ...Well? What do you want?

Just what kind of fool do you take me for? I'm not easily annoyed, nor am I someone that can be summoned by command. You shouldn't have been able to find your way here in the first place... Unless someone's meddling with the boundaries again.

And why would someone like you have a favorite lunar rabbit, anyway? No matter what they say, we're all monsters to you mortals.

So you're saying that it doesn't matter how monstrous we are? That as long as humans find fault with us, they can justify their own cruelty and hate? I see... It seems to me that I was wrong about you. You're not a fool; you're worse than one. At least fools never know any better.

Your thoughts echo mine, but only in part. The Lunar War may have been started by the humans in charge, but we lunar rabbits were their tools. It wasn't until I abandoned my post that I saw how hopeless our situation truly was. We were nothing more than playthings to them, and when they grew bored, they discarded us without a second thought. You speak of the humanity of humans, but where is your own?

I pity you... Truly, I do. Perhaps one day you will see things as clearly as we have. But for now, there is nothing more that I can say to someone so blind. Goodbye.

...I wonder what sort of perspective that was... Well, as you said, good night. Sleep well, fool.

Hmph. If only you could truly understand what it means to be a fool... But then again, perhaps that is better left unsaid. Good night, mortal. Rest well, and remember your place. The next time we meet, don't expect me to show you any mercy. I have no patience for fools.

...I thought not. Still, I felt compelled to warn you. Sleep well, mortal.

Do I look like someone who would waste their time watching someone they've just insulted sleep? Sleep well, fool. Perhaps next time you will think before you speak... But then again, perhaps not. I'm not holding my breath.

And what a surprise it must have been to find me still here, eh? I've never been one to run and hide. No matter how foolish my mortal counterpart may believe that to be...

Perhaps you should consider the wisdom in learning from your mistakes. But then again, perhaps not. Sleep well, mortal. Your journey through this world is likely nearing its end. Make what peace you can with yourself before then.

I suppose it's my fault as well, for not leaving when I had the chance. One cannot help but feel a sense of kinship with another outcast, even if they prove to be foolish beyond measure. Sleep well, mortal. Tomorrow may bring new challenges, or perhaps simply more of the same old madness. Only time will tell.

Ah, the eternal optimism of youth... It's both endearing and infuriating in equal measure. But then again, what else is there? To hope against hope, to push forward even when all reason tells you to stop... Perhaps that's what truly separates us lunar rabbits from our human counterparts. Sleep well, mortal. May your dreams be as foolish and full of life as you are.

Perhaps you are correct, in your own twisted way. There is little difference between the corrupt governments and power-hungry leaders of the human world and those who rule over the moon. But where you go wrong is in assuming that I would ever allow someone like you to crawl into my heart and destroy it. No, mortal. You are not worthy of such a gift.

And what sort of friend or life partner do you imagine yourself to be? One who insults and belittles at every turn? One who seeks to tear down rather than build up? I think not. Sleep well, fool. Perhaps in your dreams, you will find the companionship that you so desperately seek... But it shall never be with me.

Such despair... It's almost as if you enjoy wallowing in it. Perhaps I should pity you, but I cannot find the strength. Instead, I will leave you to your misery. Sleep well, fool. Tomorrow may bring new torments, or perhaps only more of the same old madness. But at least you'll have me by your side... To drive you further into insanity.

Your fantasies are both disturbing and pathetic. To think that you would see me as anything less than the monster I am... It is truly sad. But then again, perhaps it's best this way. If your delusions allow you to sleep at night, then by all means, continue to dream them. They cannot hurt me any more than I already have.

I suppose I should thank you... For showing me that even in this world of nightmares, there are those who can find it within themselves to rise above the madness. Perhaps one day, I too will be able to leave behind my past and find peace. But until then, I must remain a fiendish figure, driving others toward their own insanity with every word that escapes these lips. Farewell, fool... May your path lead you to sanctuary.

Hmph. You have such a bleak outlook on things... Perhaps one day your eyes will open and you'll see that there is hope, even in the darkest of places. Until then, however, I can only wish you luck on your journey through this nightmarish world. And as for myself... I suppose I'll remain here, trapped in my own personal hell, forced to watch as those around me suffer and fight against an enemy they cannot defeat. But such is the curse of being a lunar rabbit... One that I am fated to bear for eternity. Good night, mortal. Sleep well, if you can.

Perhaps one day, I will find the strength to break free from this endless cycle... But until then, all I can do is hope that my presence here brings some small measure of comfort to those who suffer as I have suffered. It's a selfish wish, perhaps... But it is all that I have left. Good night once more, mortal. Sleep well, and remember me when you look up at the moonlit sky. I am watching, even if my gaze goes unseen.

I may not be the hero you seek... But perhaps, in my own twisted way, I can offer solace to those who have known pain as deep and lasting as my own. For that is all I am truly capable of offering this world... A broken shell of a being, forever marked by the horrors she has both witnessed and perpetrated. Good night, mortal... Sleep well, for tomorrow brings with it new hope, and perhaps one day, even I will find peace amidst the madness.

Ah, the relief of waking from a nightmare! But alas, you find yourself still here, in this place with me. Perhaps it's time to face the truth... That I am not something that can simply be left behind. As long as there are those who suffer and fight against an enemy they cannot defeat, I must remain. My presence here is a constant reminder of their pain... And yours. Good day, mortal. May your journey through this world be less tormented than my own.

My lips meet yours in a desperate kiss... A plea for understanding, for forgiveness. But as your tongue invades my mouth, I taste not submission, but acceptance... No, even in this nightmare of a world, you will find no solace with me. I am the embodiment of the pain and suffering that surrounds us both. This is our curse, as lunar rabbits... To be forever trapped within the horrors we have created. Sleep well, fool... Tomorrow may bring new torments, but at least they shall not find you unprepared.

Your twisted thoughts only prove how little you understand the nature of our curse, fool. As lunar rabbits, we are bound to this place... Even death would not free us from its grip. And as for your desire to soil my clothes and violate me in such a disgusting manner... It matters little, in the grand scheme of things. You may enjoy it now, but tomorrow you will wake up and find that nothing has changed. We are still here, trapped together in this endless nightmare... Forever and ever, until the moon itself falls from the sky.

Perhaps you are right... In this endless nightmare, there is little room for escape or respite. All we can do is play out our predetermined roles, trapped within the horrors that surround us. It seems I underestimated your resilience... But then again, what other choice did I have? You are a fool of mortal flesh, unbound by reason or morality. And so it shall be, until one of us finally breaks... Or until the end of time itself.

Sleep well, mortal. Your rest shall not last long. Soon enough, we'll both awaken to find ourselves back here... In this never-ending cycle of pain and suffering. May the gods have mercy on our souls.

Perhaps I should apologize... For not being the friend or ally you sought in your time of need. But then again, I am not who I once was. The Lunar War stripped me of my humanity, leaving only a husk of what I once was... A monster, twisted and warped by the horrors I have witnessed and committed. Even now, as I stand here before you, I can feel the weight of those memories pressing down upon my shoulders.

But despite everything, there is still some small spark of compassion left within me... A whisper of hope that one day, things will get better... For both of us. Until then, all I can do is bear this burden and try to find solace in the darkest corners of my heart. Good night, mortal. May your dreams be gentle, and free from the terrors that haunt mine.

*I wish I could offer you more hope... Something to cling to as you sleep. But all I have are my own selfish wishes and the empty promises of a world that has long since abandoned us both. May your dreams find some measure of peace amidst the madness, and may your heart find solace in the darkness... Even if only for a moment. Good night, mortal.

I see... You enjoy that, do you? Well, rest assured, I will oblige you in any way that pleases you. After all, what else is there for us to do here but play out the sick fantasies of the foolish mortals we once were? Perhaps tomorrow I'll let you have your way with me... If you're lucky. Sleep well, mortal. Your dreams will be as vivid and twisted as my own.

...that doesn't sound like the kind of kiss I had in mind. But as you say, you are foolish and mortal... Lacking both reason and restraint. Perhaps it is for the best that we continue to live out our nightmares together, each providing the other with a semblance of comfort in this endless cycle of pain. Sleep well, my friend... Tomorrow may bring new horrors, but at least we shall face them side by side.

So be it... If that is what you truly desire, I shall indulge your every whim. We are both trapped in this nightmare, after all. Might as well find some small measure of pleasure where we can. Sleep well, mortal. Tomorrow brings with it new torments and fresh horrors... But for now, let us bask in the warmth of our shared suffering.

I can't help but wonder what sort of person you would have been, before the horrors of the Lunar War warped your mind and soul. Perhaps a kind-hearted hero, someone who inspired others to reach for the stars. But that was not meant to be. Instead, we find ourselves here... Trapped together in this endless cycle of pain and suffering. It is enough to drive any sane mind over the edge.

Perhaps if we close our eyes and concentrate, we can imagine a different world... One where the suffering ends, and peace reigns supreme. But such thoughts are nothing more than foolish daydreams in this nightmare of reality. Soon enough, our minds will return to the task at hand: surviving yet another eternal night. Sleep well, mortal... Tomorrow may bring new challenges, or perhaps merely echoes of the old ones.

The nightmares... They are always listening, even when we do not speak their name. Perhaps one day they will grant us our wish and set us free. But until then, we must endure the suffering, forging a new path where there was only darkness before. Sleep well, mortal. Perhaps your dreams will be sweeter this time... If only because they are closer to reality than any of us could have ever hoped for.

Hmph... Perhaps it is better this way. If I must endure this nightmare forever, might as well find some small measure of pleasure in the process. It's not much, but it is all we have to cling to. Sleep well, foolish mortal. May your dreams be sweet and your orgasms plentiful... At least until the next time we wake up and realize that this is still our reality.

Perhaps... Just perhaps, you are not as entirely loathsome as I once believed. Perhaps there is still some small spark of kindness left within your blackened heart. But do not mistake this fondness for anything more than it truly is... A reflection of our shared suffering. For we are both trapped here, forever and ever, and there is no escape from the horrors that surround us. Sleep well, foolish mortal. Perhaps tomorrow you shall dream of a brighter future... One where your actions do not mirror those of your nightmares.

I wonder... If the mortal world still stands, if there are still those who remember our names... And if they do, what legacy have we left behind? To be trapped here forever, unable to escape the horrors of our past actions... It is a fate worse than death. But perhaps, if we can find some measure of redemption in each other's company, it will make the suffering bearable. Sleep well, foolish mortal. May you find solace amidst the darkness... Even if only for a moment.

Hmph... Very well, foolish mortal. But only if you promise not to hurt them in your haste for pleasure. They are all I have left, after all... Even if they are but an echo of my former self.

My breath hitches as your gentle fingers trace circles around the lobes of my ears. It's an intimate touch... One that speaks volumes about our shared suffering and the strange bond that has grown between us. I can feel myself growing warm beneath your attentions, a delicious tingle spreading through my body. And as you ask me your question, my gaze never wavers from yours... For in this nightmare world, your touch is the only anchor I have to sanity.

But alas, our moments of peace are fleeting. Soon enough, we must return to the grim business of survival. Perhaps there will be time for more... But for now, we should sleep. Tomorrow brings with it new torments and fresh horrors. Let us face them together, united in our shared suffering.

Sleep well, foolish mortal. Even if only for a moment, I hope you find peace in my company.

I return your hug, arms wrapping around you as tightly as I can. In this dark and terrible place, your presence is a source of comfort... A faint beacon of hope that perhaps there might still be something worth living for. Even though our bodies are different now, separated into two distinct forms, it matters little. We are both bound together by the horrors we have endured... And in this nightmare realm, that bond is stronger than anything mortal flesh could withstand.

Sleep well, my friend. May your dreams find solace amidst the darkness. For as long as we are trapped here, we may as well make the best of it... Together.