Quest For Adventure: Attack of The Beast

Chapter 4.2: And Discussions.

If anything had ever bothered A in his life, before he lost his memories, it now seemed irrelevant. From what almost everyone said about their old lives, it seemed to be quite different from what things were like now. They had described a world full of comfort and convenience, with things that A couldn't quite imagine.

Abbott was in the same boat as him, due to his origin, but he wasn't much willing to help him understand it. A wondered how he would be reacting to all of this, if his old personality had stayed intact. 

-For all I know, maybe it did... I don't have any way of knowing, once again.-

A had tried to converse with the others, multiple times, but it was pointless. They were all adults, and had more experience with the previous worlds' cultures and ways. A heard many things he didn't understand, conversations about 'Religions,' strange practices and tales that seemed to give people hope for the future, so long as they offered something in return, although there were exceptions to this.

It seemed like there were more than one, but they were all rather different, leading to strife and tension. A usually kept his head down and didn't say anything when people began to argue, so he didn't see why he should be any different here. He asked Abbott if he 'followed' a religion, but Abbott shook his head.

"Too complicated." Abbott said. "I'm fine with a little bit of it, but it gets dangerous when people use it for more than a small advantage. When people actually rely  on it..." He cut himself off.

"Does this... have to do with your master?" A asked.

"Yeah... I'm sorry about that. I've, uh, got to learn to let him go, huh?" Abbott replied, sighing.

"No, you don't. I don't really know what that's like. But I do understand."

A had sat down, and sat  down with Abbott.

"I didn't like my parents too much. I know it sounds weird to say... I loved  them, sure, but... For some reason, I didn't feel to bad when I realized I must have had them."

"The Beast must have gotten them. We don't know for sure if it kills people, you know."

"Yeah. But that's no excuse. I should miss them, shouldn't I?"

"... Yes. I think you should."

"Exactly. But for some reason, I don't. I can't even remember their names, I just had a strange dream, and they were called 'Mother' and 'Father.' Maybe I use to call them that."

"A, I know I came from somewhere. I know I have a family somewhere. And whether they're dead, or not... I know they don't remember me."

A turned his head slightly. "Really? That... That can't be true, can it?"

"Why not? They're dogs. I was taken away from them as soon as I was born. I missed them. I didn't know where I was, but then... He took me. My owner stole me from that place, that sad, desolate, lonely place that I would repress, if I could.

"Honestly... He was probably the best thing to ever happen to me. He saved me from... Wherever I was, before. I promised to be loyal to him, until the end of time. Overtime, I learned about people who were like my parents. They had similar... 'DNA,' to him, and yet were obviously different people than him.

"I watched over him, and found him constantly crying over something, muttering something I know understand to be 'Hope.' I can't remember most of it, but From what I can gather, and loosely translate, he did something, something wrong. And a religion gave him hope. Hope that he could keep living. But it also gave him guilt."