Infinity x The World

Why Keep Fighting?

I walked into Infinity's house. I'd already seen it a few times. It looked like your everyday average household.

"You must spend a lot of time here. It's so clean..." I mentioned.

"Doesn't stay that way," He replied.

"... does your body... still stay the same when you kill it? Like, do you regenerate into another human form or the one you killed but it just restores?" I asked.

"Depends how damaged my original is. If it's injured then my magic heals it. If it's destroyed, I regenerate into a new form. The same look though as my magic keeps its originality. So by blowing my brains out, my body is still in fact there so my magic is currently healing it. Although the blood and some other stuff are still scattered upstairs from blowing out my head since my magic recreated my body parts and organs so it's not like I need to put myself together again in order to regenerate," Infinity explained.

"... why do you do it?" I asked in disappointment.

"I've told you," He replied.

"To feel something; I know. To try and die or whatever. But you know that you can only die by fulfilling your purpose so why keep trying to hurt yourself? Are you that desperate to be in such pain?" I asked.

"It's a feeling; I'll take what I can get," Infinity replied.

"Can't you respect the form you've been gifted with?!" I asked.

"I wasn't made to respect it. I was made to use it to kill and then disappear into nothing. It's not like I'm some petty human who's cutting my perfectly healthy yet fragile body that I won't be able to ever fix if I go and cut too deep. If I was a normal human then yes, I'd have that respect. But unlike humans, I'm not meant to have nor find but one purpose in life. I was never meant to make an impact in this world or stand out for any reason. I was meant to kill someone and die. That's the end of what should have been my life story. And you wonder why I'm so depressed all the time," Infinity went on, lying back on his sofa.

"Mom must really mean a lot to you for you to pursue this life... did you... love her?" I mumbled.

"No. It's not that. I didn't really believe in love nor had I comprehended 'emotions' back then. It's just... It's hard to explain but... I guess I just wanted to explore life and I explored too much and soon discovered emotions and stuff. Things I wasn't supposed to. I realized I had choices. Choices I shouldn't have been able to choose. It came to me that I could live on and learn of a better path to take. Although, I had no interest in making any difference to the world so that path was carved out pretty quickly. But I kept thinking about what I was vs what I wanted to be. Did I really believe I was a killing machine and that was it? A mindless creature controlled by an underestimated disaster. One that should have never learned how to create people like me in the first place. See, this is the problem with magic these days. It's far too advanced to manipulate in the way you want to. The longer the controlled live, the more sense they get that they don't have to be controlled," Infinity went on.

"Wow... I never knew magic could get so complicated..." I mumbled in amazement.

"Yeah well... like I said, magic doesn't have to be a weakness if you know how to control it. It's what I told Luna when I was training her. Anyway, did you really just want to talk about me? I thought you'd want to discuss Yukio or something," Infinity mentioned.

"Oh yeah-"

"There it is..." Infinity sighed.

"Why do you want to help me? You seemed really mad at first... but now you suddenly want me and Yukio to fall in love?" I asked.