"Aha, it's poetic! ✩" Hagire exclaimed, clapping his hands. "Poor little Woodpecker. He doesn't realize just how much of the forest he's destroyed." He pauses, and sings. "He touched his friends and they all died... ✩"

He playfully skips towards Shiro, almost dancing as he does. "Shiro waited so long for Aceman to come save her, and he never did. So she became the Aceman she needed. So much death... I loved each and every irrational moment of it." He hopped up on a rock, pushing aside some monster guts to do so. He sat down, his legs swinging childishly, that psychotic grin never leaving his face. "And now, we're here. Our world destroyed, everyone we loved gone. With Shiro only having me to take care of her, just like old times. And here, nobody can die. Not me, not you, and not Shiro. Why not enjoy it?"

Hagire picked up one of the bones nearby, twirling it between a few fingers. "You never asked yourself why the Wretched Egg let you live? Or me, for that matter? Most people aren't that lucky. Deep underneath all that anger and rage was just a poor, sad, scared, lonely girl you left behind, while all those mean, scary monsters experimented on her to bring out her power. So what do you do when the hero doesn't show up? You become an even scarier, bigger monster and eat all the others. I knew from then on that I loved her. Understand now, Woodpecker? ✩"