Étude of Humanity

Chapter Eleven

I know that I am intelligent, because I know that I know nothing.

The days that have gone by seem to be miles different than what I have lived for almost seven years.

It's not like I was reincarnated—Sayre is still Sayre at the end of the day. There just happens to be frosting on top of the cake.

About the ailment, syndrome, or something that Sayre contracted—oh righty, advanced savant syndrome, Yayoi-nee would check up on me periodically as a means of "Don't be too competent, things aren't going uphill all the time" kind of thinking. It's like winning the lottery, but contemplating what to do with a million dollars afterwards. I do experience mild headaches from time-to-time, noticing that it does happen every time I use my head for something complex and farfetched. And yes, Sayre's physical capacity is declining according to her, but it won't get me fatal. She even scarily described it as "It's like you're about to die but your body says 'Nope, let's just set it significantly low so she'd suffer for a lifetime than just dying already in peace.'" Well, that explains my declining grades in Physical Education even before all of this though.

Sayre was back at school a few days after I woke up from that coma or what I would like to call darkness. Mama and papa just wanted to make sure that I was doing okay for a little while after waking up, so I was at home for a few days.

It was just like any ordinary day, except for the fact that Sayre is a savant.

It's like reliving the past knowing the future, but you can't tell everyone about it.

Sayre headed to school, noticing that not only my skin appears paler than it already should've been, but also I got incredibly tired just halfway through. My body continues to decline especially with all of this savant thing going on. I had to sit down on a bench somewhere and drink my water to regain some stamina so that I can walk three-fourths of the way there.

"Hm? Sayrii?"

"Whah?" Sayre looks behind while walking... tiredly again, "Oh! Hana-chan!"

"Hey, hey!" She caught on until she's now beside me, holding my hand as always to aid me, "It's been such a... long time! Are you alright now? How are you feeling?"

"Mhm, mhm...! Sayre feels like nothing has changed—nothing off feeling something..." I peer to the side.

"That so? Kinda weird! Isn't being in a deep sleep for lots of time kinda spooky?"

Sayre shrugs while still looking to the distance, "Not at all..."

"You're really okay and all after that? Not even a bit scared of your life?"

I shook my head.

"Huehh... If I were in that situation, I'd gone nuts. Well, everyone would. You're funny, Sayrii!"

My mind thumped at the instant Sayre answered her rather vaguely and loosely, and thumped again at that comment of hers. It was the same conundrum that Chihiro made a fuss all over that moment I woke up with the same question. Anything near that question or thought makes something in my mind numb for some reason. It doesn't ramp me up with guilt or anything worrisome. I'm just fine, that's all. I just have to live through with this wacky syndrome that makes me sound like a religious clergy.

Hana-chan and me got to school a little early. When that happens, she'd usually stop by the comfort room with me as she'd facelift herself a little. Sayre just comes with her since I'm already incredibly tired from walking.

I looked at the mirror on the comfort room while she's touching up her face. I can see myself smiling as usual—nothing too out of place compared to when before I dunked myself to a coma. There's just something that's itching Sayre's mind, and it's that I'm quite unsure of my face here. Just like how Hana-chan asked me if I'm alright, my face is trying to say that I'm alright but don't.