Flame Touch

Chapter 34-Sunny

“You know, there’s no point in trying to track us anymore.” I said sleepily as I entered a familiar white room. Caprin had come again last night too after it was decided that we would stay in the desert for a week to plan and recover from what seemed to be quite the ordeal. I wouldn’t know about it though since I wasn’t a part of the Light’s games.

“I know, I just wanted to talk.”

“Right.”

“You saw me, didn’t you? When you restored Libra’s light?”

“And what of it?”

“Do you find me interesting, Sunny?”

I stopped. He was probably playing his mind games again, but I ended up nodding a little in spite of myself, “Your aura is a solid colour. I refuse to believe that anyone of the Libra colony can have anything so pure. Good or evil.”

“Then maybe you haven’t looked close enough at my aura. Look again and tell me what you see.”

It should have been a trick. It probably was a trick, but there was something in his voice that sounded like a plea. I closed my eyes and re-opened them in the vision. I focused my gaze on the silhouette in the mirror and at first, saw nothing but blackness. I forced myself to look harder and gasped.

He was right.

The blackness was just what I saw at the first glance. On closer note, I saw that it was actually a dark gray that swirled with different whites and blacks to make a more uniform shade. I thought back to when I first entered the dorms when the temporary leader of the Libra dorms told me that there had been experiments in the past to try to make a completely balanced human entity. Each of the experiments had failed, leaving behind what was then called Siva Jedans, or “gray ones.” They were feared because they could neither love nor hate and were therefore unconscionable liars, thieves, killers, and assassins.

I must have been staring at him for a while, because he coughed to regain my attention, “From the way you’re looking at me, you understand what that colour means right? Then you’ll understand me when I ask you how you did it.”

“Eh?”

He held his hands apart and palms up, “How did you balance the Libra light? It’s supposed to be impossible,” his cool demeanor cracked for a second at the end of the sentence and he took a couple deep breaths to regain it, “I can’t love. I can’t hate. I’m indifferent, but somehow I think that’s worse. The Sivas were made as a by-product to create the perfect being and are looked upon as monsters, but when you realized what I was, you didn’t close the dream. Why not?”

“Because I enjoy hearing someone sound stupider than me.” I replied and was pleased to see his expression because it was finally my turn to shock him, “You’re droning on and on about how you can’t change who you are and how you can’t love and can’t hate and I frankly can’t take the idiocy.”

“So you’ll tell me how you-”

“No, I won’t because I don’t know myself. All I know is that you are whoever you make yourself out to be. It sounds to me that you hate being controlled by what you were made into. It’s not much, but I thought you couldn’t hate right?” Oh no, I was getting cheesy, “If you want something to change, you can’t wait for someone to come along and tell you how to do it. As someone once said, ‘Life isn’t a remote. If you want to change it, get up and do it yourself.’”

“But I-”

“Tell me, Caprin, why do you want to win this war so badly?”

“So pure-breeds can live without having to tolerate the nasty humans!”

I shook my head, “No, that’s why your colony wants to win the war. Why do you want to?”

No response.

“That’s what I thought. And don’t you dare get the idea that I’m trying to help you. I will never forgive you for what you did to my friend, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to sleep now.”

And it might have been my imagination, but I saw a pop of white light before falling back into the darkness of my sleep.

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When I woke up, I hoped to be warmly received by my wonderful friends and after a quiet breakfast I could we could then plan and get along like one big happy family.

Nope.

“Screw you!”

“Knox, I’m sorry!”

“Well then the next time you decide to try liven things up with a windstorm, remember that there’s sand on the ground!”

“How was I supposed to know your eyes were open?!”

“How was I supposed to know to keep them closed?!”

Don’t kid yourself, Sunny, it was more of a false hope anyways. I thought as I got up groggily, “Duct tape.”

They both looked at me like I was crazy.

“Is it Duck tape or Duct tape?” asked Semba curiously.

“Does it matter?” was the reply from Knox.

“Well of course. I mean what kind of animal is a duct?”

“Hm. Maybe it’s a cotton ball with one eye.”

And just like that they were off with a conversation about one-eyed cotton balls. In the recent days, I found that I was able to stop fights from erupting and that I could control the powers that had come up earlier with my spoon. It might have just been a Libra thing, but I was glad to have finally gotten a hold of it. A job as a politician would work well for me, but then again, I don’t want to be hated by everyone in the country except for my mother.

After their lengthy debate, Semba turned towards me, “Ok! There has been a change of plans. We’ve decided to leave a bit earlier than a week since mostly everyone seems up for it!”

“Mostly everyone?”

We both looked at Semba, who simply shrugged, “It doesn’t matter, now, who wants dangos?!”