𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - ★彡[ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ]★彡

- 𝟎𝟕 -

 A puff of dust arose from [Y/N]'s footsteps, billowing into the air like smoke. Blade, who was walking behind her, didn't bat an eye as the feeling of sticky gravel was pressed against his skin. They were almost at their destination. Whether he would kill her or not, she didn't know.

After realizing this may be her last few hours alive, she started to think about what had made her live all this time in the first place. Trapped in a barren and isolated world, she could've traipsed its lands until her skin began to decay and wrinkle. 'Lucky' was too lenient of a word to describe the situation she was in; but she found she could think of no better word.

It should've been impossible.

Even now she wondered if the man behind her was a hallucination.

The only thing that rescued her from that line of thinking was the feeling of his cold blade pressing against her neck, a sickening cold that seeped into her skin and spread throughout her body. She couldn't have created such an unfamiliar and repulsive feeling even if her life was on the line.

If there were seven times ten to the twentieth power planets in the universe (or in simpler terms, seventy quintillion), the chance of someone landing on this planet was smaller than a nanometer's dimension. What would have happened if Blade hadn't arrived? How long would she have continued to wander the surface of the planet alone before she drove herself insane? Humans, as a species, mainly rely on contact with others. Whether physically or virtually, a human's nature is wired to desire a connection with another being; whether it be a fellow human or some kind of pet. [Y/N] wasn't stupid enough to believe she was some exception to this. In a way, all humans are born with the same mental state—someone's upbringing is what predominantly makes up their beliefs, attitude, etcetera.

In the days she had spent isolated she felt alone, but never terribly lonely. She missed her companion, of course, but there were times when she and her companion would split up for a multitude of reasons for days at a time. [Y/N] found that she couldn't help but voice her thoughts aloud.

"Could I ask you a favor?" 

She was met with silence but not outright denial, spurring her forward.

"Well, it's more like a request than a favor. If you plan on leaving me behind on this planet, please kill me instead. Is that feasible?" A straightforward death of being stabbed in the chest was much more appealing than slowly spiraling into insanity. "When I die, I'd still like to be my most sentient self." 

Asking a stranger she had met quite recently to kill her would seem strange out of context, but it was obvious that Blade had quite a lot of blood on his hands. His blade had been poised at her throat when he first saw her, ready to draw her life force out of her body with a single thrust. He wasn't human. Because he wasn't human, he was saved from the shackles of emotion. There was no need to feel regretful or remorseful for killing a stranger. He was simply doing his duty.