But... to a woman, there is no truth or lie. They ain't just two sides of the same coin, they're one big whole. If we say we're in love, that we are happy...

Even if we mean it as a lie, by the time it leaves our mouths, it becomes true. She's deceiving you with the truth.

Especially for a gold-digger's love and charlatan...

The two are inseparably jumbled.

But... Seija's an amanojaku...

Doesn't matter in the slightest.

Burning love is an affliction that drives you to madness.

That bastard was probably so lost in her fever dream, she just spat out whatever sweet nothings came to mind.

She... She was just trying to pull me in.

What need would she have to lay it on that thick for someone who's already decided to fight with her to the bitter end?