The Beast (before battle)
What the hell do you want?
Hindley, you, and your mysteries... everything. I'm tired of it.
If you won't talk, then I'll...
Ahaha...
What, kill me?
You're going to kill... *me*?
...!
I suppose introductions are unnecessary.
I am you, as it is plain to see. And I have clawed my way back from hell.
... H-how can there be two of the same person...?
They are... not the same people.
This one is an Identity.
Identity...? He's an Identity?
So he's a Heathcliff... from one of the Mirror Worlds?
All those who challenged me, stood in my way. All those who humiliated me.
I intended to find them one by one, to give them deaths that befit their crimes.
And in the end...
I would kill... the one who killed my Cathy... with my own hands.
My Cathy? The one who - Who... no, what the bloody hell are you talking about?!
Obvious, is it not?
It's you. And... me.
Do you still fail to understand? We are her murderers.
What a load of rubbish... talk like a normal person or...
... Wait.
How much do you know about Cathy's death?
I have no love left for anyone in this world. This world has none to spare for me, either.
I had but two paths before me. Death, or inferno... because I was already cast into the depths of hell upon Cathy's demise.
But you...
I watched you going on your puerile adventures, dreaming of some saccharine, heartfelt reunion with her.
Thus, I have journeyed to this world. To devour every one of those hours.
So that you may be stained with the same despair that painted me...
Stop talking in circles!
Are you saying that you're the one who killed Cathy?
Us, Heathcliff. It's us.
That's what we are. How we were born to this world.
A witless brigand. A vagrant. A thing wrapped in a filthy, stinking rag of a sack.
A witless brigand...
... Yeah.
That's what I always was.
Tell me, Heathcliff.
What was your first thought...
... when you first heard the news of her death?
If she was killed... I would pursue her murderers to the ends of this earth...
... and kill every last one of them. Whoever that may be.
YES!
A bloody wretch like 'em! ... Should not be allowed to live. ... Don't you agree?
You could kill them and tear their corpses from limb to limb a hundred times, but it still wouldn't be enough.
Because it won't even compare... to the terrible suffering that awaits you.
And I... I am Catherine's murderer... I am the wretch that killed her...
Endless, excruciatingly sleepless nights lie await in your future.
Though you will not see her, her beckoning voice shall haunt and torment you until you draw your last agonising breath.
Can you not hear her? Cathy, she weeps!
You would not know this, but it snowed the day they buried Cathy. I stood there alone by her grave, nothing but the cold, wintery gust to accompany my vigil.
Ah... I hear the howling blizzard still.
Where are you, dear Cathy?
Resenting me still, from whence I shall never reach?
You are beside me, are you not? Not under me - but with me, upon this very earth!!!
Though he looks just like Heathcliff, he appears beaten down, distraught, and insane. Heathcliff from another world mournfully roars Catherine's name.
Yes, Cathy... torment me. So that I may never rest until my very last breath!
Cathy... You... no, we...!
Yes. Break me to a thousand shards.
So that I may be driven mad with suffering!
So that Cathy may forgive me... even a little.
STOP!!!