
俺は…長い時間をかけて自分と向き合ってきた…
逃れられない宿命と、向き合ってきたんだ…
いや、絵でいることに未練があるわけじゃない…
ただな…わからないんだよ、どこまでが運命で、どこからが選んだ人生なのか。
もしあんたがやってこなかったら、俺はどうしてたんだろう…
それともなにもかもが決まった筋書きなのか?
さあ、もうこれくらいにしよう。
I... I've needed to set myself straight for a long time,
and face that unavoidable destiny.
Not that I'll miss being inside of this painting, mind you...
I've just never understood it: where do our fates end, and where do the lives we make for ourselves begin?
Did I doom myself to live as a wangren forever, had you never just so happened to find me here?
Or, was I only stuck out here because this was the path the two of us were predestined to cross?
Anyways... let's be off.


