I'm going to the mountain today. Mount Ebott. I don't care if kids go missing there, I'm tired of no one noticing, especially on my birthday. It's not my fault Clover wanted to be a martyr, is it? Not my fault he left his brother and family to maybe find some missing kids... But, whatever, it's not like I care anymore. It's not like he left on my birthday or anything, right when I turned twelve... But who cares? I'm fifteen now, just turned it today. He would've been eighteen, putting that stupid cowboy hat on my head, but I don't miss it, don't miss him. Why would I?
Anyway, I packed a bag, just in case I don't die from the fall. I really am Icarus, huh? I got nothing to lose, even if I burn.