The Beast (after battle)

Is she... dead?

Tell me everything. Please, give me a true history of the event. How did... How did C-Cathy die? Did she pass away with the same kind smile on her face?

Quietly, as a lamb.

And - did she ever mention me?

She could not; for her senses never returned. She lay with a sweet smile on her face. Her life closed in a gentle dream... may her final slumber be a peaceful one.

No...

No... May her... May Cathy...

... May she wake in torment!

Wha... what?

I... I-I... I... I killed Cathy, didn't I? I am her murderer, aren't I?

Haunt me then, Cathy! Be a ghost and haunt me, be with me always! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you. I cannot live without you!

H-Heathcliff?

Cathy, you... may you not rest as long as I am living! And nor shall I!

<Why'd you leave Wuthering Heights? It's where the love of your life lives, isn't it?>

Yeah, Clockhead. You've asked me that question once.

But that was a wrong question to ask. ... You should've asked me why I endured, not why I left.

The thrashings, the humiliation, the scorn, the pain, the starvings... I could endure it all. I just had to weather it, let it pass over me. That's what I always did, anyway.

Despite all that, I decided to leave Wuthering Heights behind because...

... because I finally realized something.

... So Linton will be made quite affluent soon. If I were to marry him... I shall be the greatest inventor of the neighborhood, no? Perhaps I shall be awarded the 'Inventor of the Year' award from T Corp!

Then... what of Heathcliff, Miss Catherine?

Nelly, please! Don't say such foolish things. It would degrade me if I were to marry Heathcliff.

We'd both be destitute if such a thing were to happen.

Tell me. Tell me why you couldn't bear to remain at Wuthering Heights anymore.

Because I finally understood that Catherine...

... did not love me.

And if I had to stay here and watch her marry Linton, right before my eyes...

... I would have done something so violent, so brutal against Linton... or even against Cathy.

I could not stand that. Not even the idea of it.

So I ran.

From this manor that degraded me, made me a wretch.

From this manor that taught me love, only to deprive me of it.

... No. I was always a wretch. From the moment I was born.

A lowly thing like me should not have been allowed to be here in the first place. That's why I tore myself from it.

But... I've never given up on Cathy.

I only wanted her to realize that she was wrong. To regret what she's done. So that she'll one day return to me.

But... what about now?

Pointless. It's all pointless.

Then... what can you do now?

'As per the deceased's wishes, the will shall be read out aloud here, at Miss Catherine's manor...'

'Catherine, she's... dead.'

'We were married.'

'Catherine lies dead... because of you.'

'Do you still fail to understand? We are her murderers.'

'Every Catherine... was destined... to be miserable.'

'Because of Heathcliff.'

Behold! The fragments of every possible world!

In every world, in every single strand of infinite possibilities... Heathcliff breaks her heart, condemning her to a death most wretched.

My head hurts.

I'm bleeding. And this...

... this is the sound of my... distant self bashing his head against the tree trunk.

I'm back...

I said I'm back, Cathy...

Look at him. What do you feel?

... Is that even a human?

Isn't that thing just a bundle of waste, wrapped in a filthy rag that only resembles human flesh?

I've changed? That I'll show her how I've grown as a person?

No. Of course not. It never could have worked from the start.

How could it, when I'm not even a person?

What do you think of yourself, Heathcliff?

Do I even deserve to speak as humans do?

I, who killed Catherine...

You, who deprived me of Catherine...

... Must be a thing lesser than a savage beast.

Then...

... why should I even keep pretending to be human when I am not?

If they were right... that if I really were to become nothing more than a howling, savage beast...

A wild, heartbroken hound, abandoned by his master...

... that is the shape of your heart and its desire, isn't it?

Yes. I shall become an infernal hound; snarling, tearing at the fabric of the City... And I will shove its remnants into this sack... and grate it across the broken earth.

I curse myself... and everything that did this to me and Cathy...

Then it can be as you wish.

Run, Heathcliff!

Run!

Cathy, your ankle...!

Go! I said go!

I... I promise I'll...!

I promise I'll come back for you.

Welcome home, Heathcliff.