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http://tindeck.com/listen/uwlp)
I place a hand over my eye, the tips of my fingers held to my forehead as I stare down at the glass tiles at my feet.
I’m not a great speaker.
I’m not a psychologist either.
If it was possible, I’d leave a task like this to anyone but myself, because I wouldn’t know what to say at all at a time like this. I’d leave it to someone who knows what they’re talking about and isn’t just saying whatever comes to their mind. I’m not so arrogant as to believe that I, of all people, am the best person to be telling her how to live her life, when my own life has been such a mess so far.
But even so, I have to give it a try. I don’t have anyone to rely on but myself. No, even if I did, I still would want to do this myself.
Why?
Because of our connection here.
Because our hearts are connected.
Because right now, I understand her better than she does herself.
...No, it’s not because of any of that. The real reason is much simpler.
It’s because... she’s my friend, right?
Though she’s doubtless been vicious to me since the moment we met, since then we’ve been in each other’s company too long to be just acquaintances. We’ve talked together, ate together, helped the other when they were in need of it, and worried over each other, all during that time. Though she may have complained about being around someone like me and insulted me and threatened me, the fact is...
I enjoy having her around.
I enjoy those moments when we can just sit back and share a drink.
...That’s why I can’t let her give up on herself like this. I don’t want to lose her. That’s why I didn’t fire that gun at her when I had the chance. That’s why I stepped in between her and Meira. And that’s why I rushed to stop her, even when I thought I had no way to stop her, simply by myself, and knew that by doing so I would most likely be endangering my life.
She’s a friend, and I don’t want to hear her say those hurtful things about herself.
“...You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I mutter out in a low voice, shaking my head as I speak. “You think... I followed you here because I
hate you? Because I want you to
go away? Give me a break.”
A movement at the corner of my eyes tells me that she’s turned her head to look at me.
“Look, I’m not sure how well I can say something like this,” I begin with a dry voice, pulling back my hand to scratch the back of my head. “And... I’m not going to say anything clichéd like ‘you’re you,’ and I can’t tell you how to find meaning in your life or whatever, but come on, get a grip on yourself.”
My voice starts off weak and unsure, sounding unconfident even to myself. However, as I gradually continue to speak, the volume of my voice begins growing louder and surer. Like I said, I’m not a great speaker, so I’m just rattling off whatever’s coming to my head here, but I’ve gotta keep talking or I’m going to fall silent.
“We’ve been asking the question ‘why are we here?’ for as long as we’ve been able to think. Some people, they spend their whole lives trying to find the answer to that question, without ever learning it. I don’t know it either, and I probably never will. But, does it really matter? I mean, that doesn’t stop me from trying to enjoy the life I live now. It’s not something you should let bother you.”
I turn my gaze to her, biting my lip as I watch her for a moment. She stares straight ahead, with a kind of listless hesitation in her eyes.
“I don’t hate you. I accept your apology. And I’m not going to let you give up on yourself like this. You call yourself a relic, but can’t you at least try to change? If you really have any pride in who you are, then come on, find a new way for you to live.”
Her eyes turn to me, and her mouth opens as if to say something, though nothing comes from her lips. Raising the ribboned hat still held in my hand, I lift it over Elly, placing it on top of her head and mussing up her hair with the same hand. I do my best to smile at her as I do so.
“So... come on, don’t call it quits here. Let’s go home, yeah?”
I lift my hand away from her head, and she reaches up to secure the hat on her head. For a few, painful seconds, she is silent, and then, she returns the smile.
“...Yeah,” she says, nodding. “...Honestly. I’m still not really sure about whether it’s right for me to be living the way I was, but... I’m not going to let that bother me anymore. I don’t want to go back to those old days. I want to laze around all day and eat my three meals and sleep on a fancy bed in this big mansion, and if I want to do that, I need to stick with you all!”
“Y-yeah,” I say, grimacing for just a second. “You still need to find a way back home, right?”
“That’s right,” she says, her smile turning into a full-blown grin. With great gusto, she stands up, stretching her arms. “...Ack! I can’t believe I was thinking about stuff like that. Yuck. Doesn’t seem like me at all, does it?”
“Well, I did mention that, didn’t I?” I say with a grin.
“Yeah, but the way you did it was just ruuude.”
Snorting, I make to stand up myself when I catch a glimpse of something that stands out to me. A single, shining white feather, resting just next to where Elly was seated. Without thinking, I reach out and take it in my hand, clumped into a fist. I stand up, unclenching the fist and looking down at my palm. The feather is gone now. It’s disappeared.
“What are you looking at?”
“Huh?” I lift my gaze, and shake my head. “Nothing. Anyway...”
I reach out with a hand.
“Let’s go.”
She answers by grasping my hand.
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Flames.
My vision is surrounded by the scarlet flames dancing around all over me. The blood-red aura that surrounds the both of us, licking at our flesh as it burns brightly. But even though I’m covered in those flames, I feel neither pain nor heat. The flames that tickle my skin don’t feel like flames at all. And, as I watch them, they die away, fading into the still air, extinguished by means I don’t know.
“Fucking ow...!”
The first thing I do is bring my hands to my forehead, which is burning with pain as my body rolls to the side. I flail about with my legs as I attempt to massage my aching forehead, feeling my eyes water up from the agony. One eye closed from wincing, I turn my head to the side, trying to get a good look beside me. Elly, lying on the shattered concrete earth, slowly rises, reaching behind her for her fallen hat and placing it on top of her own head. She looks to me.
Her eyes are back to gold.
Even through my pain, I feel relieved, and I feel like I can breathe a lot easier.
“Elly...” Kurumi’s voice comes out weakly, not far from where we are. “Elly... are you back to normal?”
“Huh...?” Elly looks to her, seemingly dazed. “Um, uh... yeah. Did... did I do that to you?”
“Hey, no problem,” the girl replies, though still sounding a bit faint. “I heal fast. I’m just glad you haven’t lost it.”
Still holding my poor forehead, I sit up on the ground, one knee pointed to the sky. I take in a deep breath, and breathe out the heaviest sigh I’ve ever felt, both out of relief and out of fatigue. I just want to go home and sleep now. Before I can relax, however, I hear footsteps approaching me, and I see a hand dart forward at me, roughly grabbing me by the front of the shirt and forcing me to stand up.
“W-what...?” I mutter out.
“What kind of trick did you pull just now?” a harsh voice asks me.
Focusing my eyes, I see the samurai woman standing in front of me, gazing at me with a look of stern disapproval. Feeling irritated, I grasp her wrist, trying to pry her hand off of me with a strong tug. “Lemme go.”
“I asked,” she says, narrowing her eyes, keeping her grip tight, “What kind of trick you pulled just now.”
...Trick, huh?
Come to think of it, what
did happen just now?
What was that... where was I, until just now? When it was happening, I felt like I could understand what was happening around me, but now that I’ve come to my senses here, everything about that place feels hazy and confusing. Was I... was I inside Elly’s
mind? No, that’s just stupid. Putting aside my yet-to-be-explained empathic power, it’s just ridiculous to think that a person’s mind is something you can walk around and interact with. There must be a different explanation for this. Something a lot less contrived... or maybe, even more contrived?
“I don’t know, okay,” I say, tugging again at the samurai’s arm. “Just let me go already.”
Meira stares at me coldly, but she relaxes the strength in her fingers, letting me go. I pat down the front of my shirt as I watch her run the back edge of her sword along her sheath, matching the tip to the opening and letting it slide inside up to the guard. She then turns her head in the direction of Elly, who still seems somewhat weak and wobbly as she helps Kurumi up from the ground.
“...Well, in any case, somehow, you seem to have succeeded in stopping her by yourself. Luck was on your side this time.”
Although not knowing how exactly I managed to do that is going to be a bit of a problem for me. Even that can’t put a damper on my relief right now, though. I’m just glad that this time, we seem to have made it out alright.
“Wha--?”
I feel disoriented and nauseous as a lurching sensation overcomes me. The sight around me appears to spin around, making me feel dizzy, and I squeeze my eyes shut because otherwise I feel like I’m going to hurl. I keep them shut until the sensation disappears, and even then, I wait for a few seconds before daring to open my eyes.
“This is...”
...The daycare.
“Hey, what the hell?”
“Fueeeh...?”
This is the playroom we were in, just before we were all shunted to that closed world. Looking around, I see Ellen and Elly, looking about themselves, both of them just as confused as I am. Were we... Are we back in the real world now? No, there isn’t anyone in this room besides us, so that means we aren’t back yet. Wait, wait...
“Ellen,” I abruptly turn to her. “Where’s the girl now?”
“Fuwah,” she jumps in surprise, her eyes wide. Suddenly, her face bores and expression of distress. “Oh! Um, um, after you told us to run away, we went to hide inside one of the buildings, but the scary man from before just appeared out of nowhere and...”
“And...?” I say, my heart pounding again.
“He grabbed the girl and disappeared,” Ellen says, her small hands clenched into fists, gripping the front of her skirt tightly as she directs her gaze down. “Um, it seemed like a highly advanced teleportation spell that a human shouldn’t be capable of on their own. I tried to trace its destination, but...”
What?
That, that can’t be! That is fucking bullshit! Damn it! Agh...! I barely manage to restrain myself from screaming as I bring my hands up to my head, wanting to tear at my hair. When did he... was it when he ran off..."But then, but then what the hell was the point of...
“There is no need for concern,” a voice comes from the hallway leading into this room.
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http://tindeck.com/listen/dsqu)
Muse, again.
The doll-like girl approaches us with light, almost silent footsteps, her dark cape trailing behind her. Held in her arms, cradled like a mother would her own child, is Usami Renko, still blissfully asleep and unaware of the changes in the world around us. Ellen stares at her in curious wonder, while Elly winces and almost takes a step back out of reflex. As for me, I can’t do much more than stare dumbfounded as she advances toward me.
“Here,” Muse says, handing me the child.
“Oh, uh...” I stammer, taking her. “You... saved her?”
She remains silent, apparently unwilling to neither deny nor confirm the question.
“What about that guy?”
“...Unfortunately,” she slowly and reluctantly begins, “I could no longer pursue him.”
Could it have been because... she broke off the chase to bring this child back?
“Goodbye.”
With an abrupt word, she turns around and starts heading out.
“H-hey, wait!” I call after her.
She stops without turning around. She doesn’t acknowledge my request with anything more than that. To be honest, even though her expression seems as deadened and emotionless as usual, I get the feeling she’s in a bit of a bad mood, for some reason. I was too preoccupied before to notice, but there’s an aura of cold fury about her. Anyway, I stopped her to...
[ ] Thank her.
[ ] Question her.