I want to offer you a few words. That is the only talent I feel I have—using words—yet, I lost them all for a while.
If I were to describe Reita and my love for him, I would be duplicating everything that has already been said, by the rest of the band and the rest of you. Besides, you all know him in your hearts, and those words don't exist either way.
So, I want to speak to you, sixth gun, because you will hear me. Your despair is only as true and large as your love was. Don't let anyone take that from you. What you had was real; the love existed and it was a pillar of something far greater than music. The sacred exchange of emotion through art is the very foundation of every human soul. The GazettE, Reita, have put an immeasurable amount of effort, heart, passion and energy into it—for 22 years of his life. Rest assured, he never regretted it.
And still, to us, to them, it is more than music itself. It is lifelong kinship and family; the majority of you have met your friends, partners, and found family among fellow sixth guns. Many of you have had the course of your life impacted by them, whether to seek a foreign country and foreign language or pursue music. Artists and writers, you have found inspiration every day in Reita. And that is not in vain. The love is real.
Reita uplifted the spirit of his bandmates and his fans and I am pretty certain that he would be sad if nobody picked up this mission of his.
In Ruki's words: stand by my side. We quote him: you have my word.
The sheer solidity of the GazettE and sixth guns for being able to come to each other's aid at this moment is a testament to the bond that is being tested in a way we never wanted to experience. But we do stand firm because we’ve had great mentors to teach us this resilience. This connection is no thin thread but a rope; the GazettE's devotion is made of stone that Reita had helped build—so please, rest on it.
Believe me that one day, you will think of him with joy and without tears. But not today. Today, we sit in darkness. Don't keep your heart from shedding whatever number of tears it is holding. Don't be afraid of your grief because our foundation can take much, much more than that, for it is a foundation that came to be under Reita's hands, too. Let this gaping hole empty so that every corner can be filled with love.
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