~Memories from the Beginning~

🎯Chapter 29🎯

"You're gonna...save me?" Mister questioned, staring at Emma with an unreadable expression.

"Yup!" Emma nodded, determination present on her face.

'The hell is she on about?...is probably what he's thinking.' Ray thought. 'Is this a scheme? Or is it...'

"This is strange. The more I think about it, the more I realize there's really no need to be enemies. We're all escapees here. I really think that we can reach an understanding and help each other out and that it would be much more beneficial to both parties." Emma said, looking up at the man.

"So let's do it! Now spill your guts and let's talk!" She demanded.

'No, you idiot, Emma! That's crazy! This guy wants to kill us-' Ray thought.

'Nah...Jit thinks she can fix him! That's crazy!' Y/n thought, blinking owlishly.

"Annoyin' brat. You wanna save me? Who do you think you are, you damn brat? What the hell do you think...Just quit fuckin' around you shitty brat! I hate you! All of you! I'm not tellin' you guys shit! Now back off!" Mister scowled.

"NO!" Emma shouted as she stomped her foot on the ground.

Mister grew irked, Ray smiled nervously, and Y/n grinned in amusement.

Then, his eyes shifted to the side and he stood, now wandering in circles as Ray sent him a confused expression.

"I don't care if we're hated or killed, I can't ignore this! Let's just stop all of this! Hiding it is useless and nothing will be solved if you just keep bringing from it!" Emma pursed her lips.

"WHAT?!" Mister shouted, gritting his teeth. .

"It was painful, wasn't it?" Emma questioned.

"You had a good family, didn't you? Made of you and all of your comrades. You loved them all, didn't you? Mister? But then...you lost them and became sad, frustrated, and hateful. You suffered so much, all alone on your own for many, many years. Every day felt like you were being torn apart by those feelings, didn't it?"

"The hell do you think you know about me...? You're just a..." Mister trailed off.

"I don't know. All I can do is guess. You're an older man who's lost every single one of his comrades. I can't just say that "I understand" your pain without really understanding. But the reality is, I actually can say it. I do understand. We're exactly alike, aren't we? The current me and the old you, our family, and your comrades. That's why you feel pain whenever you see us, isn't it?" Emma questioned.

"It was so agonizingly painful that you even felt the need to pull a gun on us, isn't that right? But what you wanted to disappear from your life wasn't actually us, it was your old self, wasn't it? Mister, if you kill us, it might serve as a temporary distraction, sure, but then nothing will change in the end! You'll still suffer and that's not good! So let's change that!"

"Change what? And how?" Mister scoffed.

"There's nothin' you can do about anythin'. No matter how much you regret it all, you can't take back the past. My dead comrades ain't comin' back. As long as you guys disappear from sight, I don't care if it's just a temporary distraction. Your face...it just wants to make me puke. Yeah, that's right. You're exactly what the old me was like."

'You can overcome any obstacles? As long as you've got friends?' He rolled his eyes at the thought.

"You're the same as me. You can't save 'em. You can't change this hellish reality. You're going to "save" me? That's a good one. What the hell do you really think you can do?" He continued.