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Revelation • Part Three

 The corner of my single eye stung as I tried to blink. It was all puffy and swollen from the silent tears that were still continuing to leak out. My neck was stiff from where the robot held me, and because it hurt to move it, even a little, I let it stay in its hung position. It had only been, probably two minutes, since Herald stepped out, to leave me and Clancy and the others alone.. To say our goodbyes to each other was what he had said, yet so far, none of us had started. And I don't see the point in doing so. What good would it bring anyway? Saying goodbye, because we're all going to do die, is just going to make, the already gut-wrenching feeling eating inside us, worse. I took an aching breath, letting it out in a sob-like groan. I felt the others staring at me.. They have been since Herald left.. and I was wondering what was going through their minds at the moment.

 They had just found out what they really were... What their purpose was... They know now, that's what they wanted, yet they look more regretful than relieved. Though, who wouldn't after discovering that you were originally a tool for carnage? I don't blame them.. If anything, I feel sad. No, sad was too shallow a word for the feeling.. Whatever it is I feel, I'm feeling it, never mind the word to describe it. "Miss Amber..." Clancy whispered. I blink hard, drying up the new tears about to fall again, forcing myself to look up at the man-robots, that I acknowledged as my friends. Their faces were as stoic as any robot would have.. But if I looked closer, at the flesh part.. There was agony... Agony, pain, regret, despair. Probably the most emotions I've ever seen in a robot, even a half one for that matter. "We..We're sorry... We're sorry we dragged you into this... If we hadn't took you, then.. Then maybe you..." Clancy trailed off, letting a painful sigh, finish his sentence.

 I make something, that sounds like a scoff, or an effortless, fake laugh. "There's no need to apologize, Clancy... None of you need to... It's no one's fault.. If anything, you did me a favor.." I said. Vee looked at me oddly. "How so?" She asked. I cracked a smile, which only managed to make Clancy and the others look even more worried. "If you hadn't took me, and brought me out of the Area, what would've happened to me?" I asked. "Lived in fear for the rest of my life? Never taking a step of out of the house? Just letting myself rot away, until my heart stopped? No.. I wouldn't have wanted that.." I explained, surprised even at my own words. "You would've chosen dying with us, than being with your family?" Einz asked. I looked at him thoughtfully. "I would've chosen this adventure over anything." I corrected. In spite of the dire situation we were in, Clancy chuckled. "What an odd person you are.." He said.

 At that, I almost laugh. "Pyxl said the same thing, when we were traveling through the underground passage." I said. I noticed Pyxl perk up at that, and I slightly beam at him for it. "How he communicates with you, is by far, the highest point in intellect he has reached... He never does that with us.." Clancy stipulated. "How did you know that?" I asked. "I saw bits of the images from Dir's memory, when Herald was watching it.. Sorted out the rest." He said. I nodded my head gently, as if it was the most obvious thing. "You know.. I had dreams of Pyxl back then.. I dreamt of what he was when he was still human." I confessed. They all looked at me, Pyxl, having the most calm expression. "I didn't know how it happened.. All I knew was that I had the dream, and even a vision, of what and how Christopher was turned into Pyxl..." I said, my voice growing fainter. Huh. So this is our way of saying goodbye to each other? By telling bits of information?

 When, no one says another word, I hung my head again, the tears, finally stopping. It takes a few minutes for the silence to be interrupted again, and this time, it's Dir who speaks up. "Miss Amber?" He called, my head looking up and pointing to him. "Yes Dir?" I called back patiently. "Since... this is probably it.. Probably the end for all of us... Would it be all right.. if I..." Dir paused for a while, seemingly shy at the sort of request he was making. "If what?" I asked. "If you could tell us one more story?" He asked gently, making the others all look at him dumb-foudedly. I looked at him bewildered, wondering what would make him ask such a request. But, seeing as were all going to die, why not? "Sure, Dir.. What story do you want to hear?" I asked hurriedly. It took a while for him to answer again, probably mulling over the choices. "If it's not too troublesome.. Could you tell us the story, about... why you're afraid of males and metals.." At the sudden mention of my phobias, I practically faltered.