"I dream."
Guts watched the boy slowly transform under the moonlight.
"I dream, when the night of the full moon..."
The sound of the wind's whisper and rustling leaves accompanied the boy's gentle yet sinister voice. His body began to swell, his black hair growing longer and turning white, starting from its roots. Guts's breath grew ragged.
"I turn into a child."
Guts's memories began to surface.
"And found myself in a warm, longing embrace..."
A memory of the beginning of Guts's suffering.
"And when I awoke from my sleep, all that remained was solitude."
The cause of Guts's agony.
"And all of it will soon pass."
As the transformation of the boy's small body ceased. The figure of the child he cherished like his own son transformed into a nightmare.
"Along with a single tear like a morning dew."
The Boy/Griffith stood directly before Guts.
Just as everything seemed to be alright, just as everything felt normal, when a glimmer of hope began to appear...
Guts was dragged back into his nightmare. Into endless suffering.
"GRIFFITH!!!!!!!"
Guts howled with pure wrath.