So quietly and intimately introspective, like the thoughts Homura might compose for a diary entry he would never write down, poetic in an unforced way that just flows from itself without planning or design. The awareness of the dark twistedness of his thoughts, of not seeing Konzen as a person, of the complete lack of boundaries, is lost through immersion in Homura's viewpoint where there simply isn't any other way to see him. Inspiringly well done.

Author's Response: Thank you! I'm glad the darkness of Homura came across even when he's wistful.