Shadow Healer

Chp 16

Chp 16

No matter how many times they know, they see of this little free for all calvary battle, it never gets any less boring or predictable, even if they never remember it fully, given the shadows would find it boring, pointless for them to remember and so remove knowledge of outcomes, removes the knowledge of many parallel worlds lest they get confused considering they are currently living in one.

So they watch blankly, not actually paying it a lick of attention as they absently play with their hero's large, warm but calloused hands from where they hold them flush against his back, his arms holding them tightly, but not suffocatingly.

They stopped silently crying a while ago, stopped clutching at their hero's clothes like they were dying, drowning with the man their only hope of survival.

They stopped clutching the man but they never let go, could not bring themselves too, though their hero also never let go, still holding them close to his chest as they both proceeded to watch the children run around like chickens with their heads cut off.

They are still not hearing words yet, they don't know why... or how either, they can hear that the loud hero and their favourite hero are talking to each other, through the speakers, the can hear the sounds from outside the room, they can even hear the whispers of their shadows.

They just cannot hear the words spoken, it is all just a cacophony of sound and decibels of noise and even then it is as if it is all muffled, buried under layers and layers of concrete.

It is strange, considering for everything and everyone else that could be considered at least partially normal, though that is more a case of won't rather than can't like it is now.

Though for them not to even be able to hear the shadows is not, in fact it is something they had not thought ever possible, it is something that should not BE possible either but it is and has happened for they simply cannot hear their whispers though they know they are speaking.

Odd as it is, impossible as it is they do not necessarily mind it, at least for in this very moment because it is new, it is interesting and makes them feel like they are truly an independent individual being instead of just a small speck of a larger whole.

They know the ether, the shadows do not mind it either, for anything new and strange is welcome, for shadows are a free spiritual entity, they are always coming and going without rhyme or reason.

They are not like light, a being so possessive and stubborn, so cruel that it would rather destroy everything, even themselves than let even a slither go free from their grasp.

They do not care for lights possessiveness, but they do not care to interfere either, for despite lights many annoying traits, they are still kind to them, for as humans would say, they are two sides of the same coin, and therefore cannot exist without the other.

Sides the many life forms in the multiverse do enough of the fighting for both of them, -idiotic as it is- to care to ever actually go head to head with each other, not that they would since they both know it would be a pointless endeavour, and that they would essentially be fighting their own selves and inviting the black.

They both loathe and fear the black.

Eyes still unclear, watching the world thru nothing more than a kaleidoscope of moving colours, they somehow manage to catch the hues of familiar purple moving along the sea of multi coloured lights, that for some reason their eyes regain some focus, they find their mind isn't drifting as much as it was seconds before.

"Shinso.... He's got a spear" they think they say, comment on for they aren't positive they are actually talking given words are still not clear, still just a too loud cacophony of noise and sound to accompany the kaleidoscope of colours moving in this sea they find themselves drifting in that if not for Aizawa holding them flush to his back, keeping them grounded and aloft in the here and now instead of the everywhere and nowhere then they are sure they would be drowning.