8. Fate

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“A…a fate?”
He could see the shock in Vita’s humanoid eyes, almost resembling those of a mortal. He’d always thought she was the closest to the mortals of any of them.
“Yes.” His voice betrayed his stern face; vulnerable and imploring.
“You do understand what you’re saying, don’t you?”

The younger entity nodded, his words betraying him. “I do.”
“Jungkook…think again. You’ve forgotten earth. You’ve forgotten life, and you-“
“Then help me, Vita. Help me be ready for it. Please. I beg of you.”
“I can’t…decide that by myself, Jungkook, I’m so sorry…”
“Please, I’ll do anything. I’m ready to give everything away.”
“Your best friends? They love you, Jungkook.”

Love. That was the word. That was the word he couldn’t explain to Seokjin the other day. Was it?

“I…I know but…this is unfair to even them, Vita…I…I can’t live like this, and they obviously feel as if they’ve failed me, and their purpose.”
He was desperate and it was showing. Only he didn’t even know he was being desperate. In over four centuries, he had never felt this much. Never before this.
“I see them, Vita. I feel their grief each time I fail at doing this.” He sighed. “I don’t know why I’m here.” The urge to scream. He could swear he wasn’t able to feel it a day ago.

“If you can’t give me a fate.”
His voice was stern now.
“I’ll go to Mortemis. I’ll ask for death, instead.”

The entity turned around, troubling with his robes out of the new feeling he didn’t know. He couldn’t name.
“Wait!” Vita’s voice was suddenly louder to him. That didn’t stop him walking. Nothing did, until the doors swung closed and he was trapped in again.

“Please, just free me!” He wanted to wail.

Vita walked down from the pedestal, her walk frail. “Don’t ask for death, please.” She said, voice so low he almost couldn’t hear it. “I’ll summon the court. Just don’t ask for death, Jungkook. It would be the biggest tragedy of my eternity to lose such a good friend.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

If they were human, both of them would have been crying, by then. Jungkook sighed, wrapping his arms around her. The hug was phantom.
Neither felt neither, of the two. But it was enough.

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