Violin (before battle)

The obsidian grass...? Ha... hahaha...

Dammit, I see now. It was you. It was you all along!

No, it was always like this.

I was surrounded by those opportunistic, backstabbing fuckers whose only goals were to suck my fortune dry...

There never was a place for me.

Not even in here, this vast manor of Wuthering Heights.

WHY? It's that bloody vagabond who invaded our home! Why... why should I be subject to such -

... Huh? Who's that...?!

<…?>

Hindley begins flailing his arms at nothing, then speaks into the void.

Yes, exactly, you understand...! All I wanted...

... all I wanted was a small, fancy violin. That's all it was. But he tossed me to the mud pits in the rain like I was a rabid dog...

Yes! I remember every single word of what my father told me! OF COURSE I DO! I can even recite it from the top of my head!

<He's distorting...>

Hindley!!! I regret that I cannot bring myself to consider a reprobate like you as my own child. That boy, Heathcliff, is more like my son than you shall ever be! HAHAHAHA!!!

All those who found themselves at the edge of suffering, as my old fellow Dongrang had...

... muttered aught to themselves. As though they were conversing with an invisible partner.

Then...

<Meursault, can you stop this, like you did last time?>

It is impossible. I am attempting to approach him, yet I feel an equal force pushing me in the opposite direction.

... Unlike the case with the Monolith, this is a Distortion occurring as it normally should. Faust explains that such Distortions occur as though it has been ordained by fate itself. Once the sequence has started, it cannot be stopped without a strong will from the subject of Distortion.

<Then...>

... Yes. He will Distort.

Yes. Yes... Of course.

I have no reason to protect Wuthering Heights anymore. Not a single one!

This place that never once welcomed me... This 'home'...

Can't you see? Wuthering Heights is rotting away.

This sickening, rotting stench that penetrates your nostrils! Gah... Can't you feel it? This rot?!

You...

Hahaha... this isn't much of a surprise, is it? It has absorbed so much hatred over the years.

Even Catherine must have hated me as she expired.

So...

Wuthering Heights, this decaying manor... must crumble.

It is simply as it should be... haha!