Reincarnated Without a Body

chapter 3: God?

"How did this babies have developed minds already?" This mysterious flower guy said.

Or at least I thought he "said" it. But no. He didn't open his mouth at all. He just stare at us. And how could he hear my thought in the first place.

"Yes, We didn't say it through my mouth. I just send my thought into your minds directly. And We can hear your thoughts too." He replied to my earlier thought.

If someone said that they could read my mind I'd laugh in their face.
But this someone didn't say it. He just stated it that we are speaking inside my head.
And he's saying it with a straight face as if it is a normal thing to do.

Wait... We're communicating?
How come this dude knows English? Why is he not using the same language as mom and dad?

"We're not using language. And We don't know English. I merely read your thought deep within your subconscious mind before your subconscious mind translate it into a language. And I send my thoughts in there and make your subconscious mind form the sentences for me. " He explained.

Huh? What? I Don't really get it. But from what I understand he doesn't know English. Well, he clearly stated that one.
And he still can understand me although we doesn't have a common language.

I tried to make sense of the latter part of what he said, but that makes my brain hurts.

Ah, Now that I think about it, our chest doesn't hurt anymore. And our breathing has also slowed down.

"That light from before... What did..

"You were on the verge of having a heart failure just now. Your heart was burdened and overwhelmed from the stress of having to sent blood to two heads. So I cast recovery magic on you to revitalize your heart and then use a bit of healing magic to make your heart grow a bit stronger." His thought invaded my mind before I could even finish forming up my thought. I find this to be very disturbing.

Isn't whatever power this guy have to allow him to know what I think even before I can clearly form it in my mind is a bit too scary? He can easily read a powerful figure's dark secrets and use it to blackmail that person.

But then, his words ring a bell. It is true that most conjoined twins were either stillborn or died shortly after birth. Especially cases as severe as us.

So, you saved us. But how did you know we're in trouble?

"That's because we're observing you this time." his replied came later than it came before.

Crap, he must've read that thought of mine. As if to ease my worry he answered.

"There's no evil magic, there's only evil beings. It is true that I can use it to blackmail people. But I don't need to resort to that kind of petty trick. There's nobody in the whole world that's capable to go against me." he let that sink in.

If he's saying this to ease my worry, he fails miserably. It was the opposite.

Silence creep in as I can't make heads or tails of what he just said. Did he just proclaimed himself as a God?

"We.. you sure doesn't have a clear definition of a God. But we're not God. Not yet."

What's with that last part. And why did he keep mixing 'he' and 'we'?

Smile crept across his face.

"As I said earlier, I send our thoughts into your mind and your mind forms the sentences for you. So if there's mixing of word, it's not our fault, it's yours as it depends on how good your understanding are in that language. Are you sure the words are use incorrectly?" He asked.

Hell yeah it's wrong. 'We' is a plural pronoun. It's something we were taught since childhood.

"Plural huh, then it was correctly used. Stop worrying about the small details. You need to get your priorities straight. You were on the verge of death, yet you care more about grammar?" There's amusement in his tone.

I frowned. It's correct? But he is right. Does we being alive is a stroke of luck that he's watching us?

"Now, what should we do to you? " He suddenly ask, ignoring my thoughts.

Huh? What do you mean?

"Just think of us saving you tonight as a stroke of luck. But leaving you as you are, this will definitely happen again, and I don't feel like babysitting.
Simply put, you will die." he finished. His smiling face finally gone. That just make me feel worse.

We will die...

I'm one day old, yet the thing I've been thinking the most is death.
Ironic huh?

If we're in my previous world. In case where death is imminent, doctors would try to separate the twins, to increase the chance one of the twins to survive. I look at my twin's face. He's staring at the stranger with a wide eyes, oblivious of what is actually going down. Do we not have any option?

When I look back him, his pretty face is donning another smile. Unlike his previous smile which looks more of a pleasantries, this time it felt genuine. He's smiling with his eyes too, softly. I'm not entirely sure if it's just in my head, or his face is shining. Oh God, if my friends know about this, they'd call me gay till the day I die. Oh wait, I am dead. And I am about to die again.

"Unlike your previous world, surgery in this world aren't very advanced."

My heart sank when he said that. Does it means it's impossible to save even one of us?

"But we have other means. In this world, we have magic."

Does that means you can separate us using magic instead of surgery?

There's a short pause before he answered. It feels like the longest waiting I've done in my life. Not surprising huh? Considering I'm one day old.

"Yes, I can. But that would result in one of you dying. You have three choices.
One, both of you survive.
Two, one of you survive.
Three, none of you survive. " He then look straight into my eyes. The stare feels disturbing, especially knowing that he can read my thought.

One question. It feels like my twin have more control of our body than me. Am I... the parasitic head?

Again, another disturbing silence.

"You know from your previous world about how there's different level of conjoined twins. But that's not all there is to it. And not everything from your previous world can be applied in this world. " He choose his words carefully, not giving me the answer I want.

Of course I'm not satisfied with that.
I want to know if I'm the parasite or not.

"Will knowing that piece of info do both of you any good?" He asked.

That.. I have no answer.