Two weeks.
Fourteen days you had been absent from the manor.
Your time had become stagnant—each morning rising with the same sun, soaring through the clouds as you moved from one patch of land to the next, only to return every night to the banks of the riverbed where J would be waiting. You appreciated her routine. You'd ask her about the rest of the manor and its inhabitants during those nightly visits—sometimes she would offer an answer, sometimes she'd offer fruit instead when no reply would form—but her presence was nice. It reminded you that, for all your power, for all your growth, you were still connected to something.
And in the silence between each meeting, you had time to reflect.
For one, two weeks was enough time to really start nailing down control of your powers. You could shift the size of your mass somewhat, warp and shape the flesh where you needed it. Your ability to use the light had become more refined. Easier to manipulate. Stronger. And you had played around with the power to "lock" things in place. The glyph that appeared when using it reminded you a bit of Cyn. You'd seen her with her own glyphs when using her own powers. Yellow, with three arrows protruding from a hexagon. But yours was purple, with the three arrows going inward in the hexagon instead of out.
Your glyph and hers were inverses. It sometimes scared you with how much you reflected one another. How much your powers were so similar to Cyn's, yet so different. Like looking in a mirror, but having a different reflection stare back at you.
You saw yourself in her. Enough to make you wonder if the difference between the two of you was simply circumstance—if, with enough grief and enough time, you might become what she was.
Because humanity... they weren't making it easy.
You had passed through what used to be forests and rivers, witnessed land stripped bare for resources that no longer served the people who took them. You saw plastic mountains, chemical clouds, birds coughing on black air. You felt the pulse of the earth sputter under the weight of humanity's progress.
In fact, you were born in a grave. You rose from metal husks and poisoned soil, the discarded scraps of a technological age. Cyn was born from that same rot.
Maybe that was why she wanted to burn it all down. Maybe she was right to hate them. You were a testament to mankind's carelessness for the world they lived in.
You and Cyn.
The only difference between the two of you was how you viewed life and death, and wanted to go about solving the problem. She thought of humans and life in general as a plague, a curse that she wanted to free the universe from, whereas to you it was utmost beautiful.
Well... the life part, at least. With what you had seen, with what you had learned... It was getting harder and harder saying that Cyn was completely wrong, because you could at least agree on their stupidity.
The biggest problem to life on earth... was humanity itself.
Mankind's greed knew no bounds. Sooner or later, they'd kill the planet and everything on it, if Cyn didn't get to it first. They siphoned the world for its goods, and when Earth was running out of it, they set off to the stars, ready to milk them dry too.
Maybe if mankind hadn't been as bad as they were, then maybe you and Cyn wouldn't have needed to come into existence.
But how were you supposed to solve it? Humanity's reign was a result of evolution. It was simply them doing what they could to survive. It was just in their nature. But at the same time, it was at the cost of others. They were destroying the natural order.

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