She was... shocked, to say the least. He claimed that she and Paris had not killed them, but rather had set them... free. She knew what the words meant. She wasn't an idiot, that was for certain, but she simply couldn't comprehend how they had been setting them free by murdering them. She had always felt so bad about destroying them, but now she's being told they had been doing them a favor by destroying them. What was she to believe, she couldn't tell, but she knew that there was something that the soldier wasn't telling her. What it could be, she had no honest clue, and he didn't seem like he would reveal all his cards just yet. She sighed, standing up, and looked at him.
"I don't trust you. Not completely. I may not ever fully trust you. But having an enemy who may stab me in the back later is a lot safer than trying to do this on my own. So, at least until I can bring Paris back, having you around isn't my worst option."
The soldier seemed relieved by that, to say the least, glancing at the shard with a slight grin and a tired but relaxed look to his eyes. He stands and ruffles her hair with his newly detailed hand before she can even process it, then moved to the window to keep watch. She stood there, frozen for a moment, before shaking her head and trying to smooth her hair, shooting a glare towards him. She sat down, pulling a scrap of wood, to hack into and carve senselessly, to destress and ensure she doesn't take it out on a piece she's using on her most important project.
There's a curiosity. How does one take the knowledge that the guilt they've felt for years was pointless? That the pain they had seemingly caused was a cure for those that had been affected? She figured that she was going insane, that her mind had finally shattered and was trying to convince her of the imaginary, the unrealistic. Why was her mind tormenting her this way, she did not know. She only knew that she needed to complete her project.
She turned and started carving again, focusing and trying to ignore the supposed hallucination. Of all the forms her mind could've chosen, why him?
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The Years Gone By
FanfictionYears have passed since a particular incident nearly erased a child's closest friend and ally. She has worked relentlessly to try and bring him back.
