Before everything happened, I believed that the world could be beautiful, no matter what. After they got hurt, I questioned that a lot. If people I cared about so deeply could be robbed of their lives at such a young age, and for horrible reasons... was the world really beautiful?

In the end I decided that the world's beauty could still shine through the ugliness... but there are things that could happen to make even that not worth it. I guess I became less idealistic. [Though his ideals are still present, it's certainly not in the same way as before.]