"..."
"..."
"..."
Her hand in mine, but unable to respond.
"..."
"..."
Colors from various spells fill the room. The caster? Someone similar to (Y/n). Stark black hair, cunning eyes, formally dressed. Through some means, Latifa summoned him.
Amidst all the flying potions, magic circles, and elements circling us, all I cared about was her paling hand, and the condition of her weakened state.
I put her right hand to my lips and close my eyes.
Please... Whatever powers...
Slowly looking up, I noticed her eyelashes twitching.
My heart leaps out my chest.
Slowly, her eyes open, but she doesn't move.
"S-she's awake!" I shout in a sweat.
"I wouldn't quite say that," her brother says.
My head immediately turns to him, "What do you mean?"
"I've restored her body and consciousness, but her mind remains empty," his brows furrow ever so slightly, and he creates three magic circles over her head.
"Empty?" I repeat to myself.
Empty. Empty. Empty. That word. It's the last one I want to ever describe her.
"(Y/n)'s being was 'scattered,' if I were to put it into laymen's terms. Her body remained here, and her physical magic circuits were pulverized. But there's more to a magic user than physicality. A lot of it is mental too. That part can't easily be tampered with; the force would have to be of divinity. Instead, the fiend sent her sentience, ability to think, and other mental aspects elsewhere—disconnecting them from her body."
"..."
Now I myself was silent. What the hell do I even do? What can I do? All this magic shit, it's beyond my control. It's almost like I can't ever make a difference!
Both my hands gently clasp her right, "Will she recover?"
"Yes..."
I still felt uneasy, nothing really changed even with that answer, right?
"Our race is rather sturdy. But she needs time. Well... only that one aspect will cause a problem," he keeps to himself.
"Can you explain...?" my voice is nearly gone as I feel my body ready to give up.
"Her body and circuits are nearly back to normal. My wife can do the extras after I finish establishing the foundation. She'll be able to think soon, but not like she used to. She was never supposed to have a sentience in the first place. Neither was I, but they're hidden really deep inside of us. Enough so that only a handful of devils have them. Or at least, a true sentience. She'll have to find it again. No... it's not definite... I'll need to make preparations."
...Why...?
Why?
Why!?
Of all things! Of all times!
He sighs, "Heed these words well, human. (Y/n) has essentially been reset. She'll start off empty, but I'm not sure of what beyond that. Even though it's contradictory to my cause, what made you think it was wise to develop feelings for a creature that bleeds differently?"
My eyes avert. Why did I? Because as a child... dammit... there's been fragments of my memory that's been removed. I knew I somehow met Latifa as clear as day, but only fragments of the girl in black with eyes devoid of everything. But I sure as hell remember what I felt. I hated it. I hated how people like her can exist without a second thought for themselves.
I recall, "Because... I told myself... she'll experience life."
Regardless of her sharp black nails, I put her hand to my face.
"I know... she... artificially feeds herself emotions somehow... I know not all of it is real..."
"You're right. For some reason she started to do it on her own. Perhaps as an experiment? Either way, you can say what came out of that is a version of her. But still, you're right. That version is artificial. Though, if the emotions are still there, despite being generated, who's to say that love never truly existed?" he chuckles softly, "It's a construct. All of it. Even I don't know if I'm truly listening to my heart when I rebel and work to stop the terrorization caused by our race, or if I'm doing it for the hell of it. Who really knows? Are we really capable of doing such things for the 'right' reasons?"
"..." my frown doesn't change.
What is this...?
Artificial.
Real.
Truly.
What do I seek?
Her gray eyes are just like I remembered.
Did she ever grow out of it?
What does she seek?
Does she seek anything?
My thoughts muddle. I hiss and shut my eyes in frustration.
Can this get anymore difficult?
Am I to just accept whatever fate is given to me?
Do I have the dignity to do so?
Do I have the level of value in myself to subject myself to that fate?
Can I even say no?
My hands and legs tremble, as my mental and physical state hold up like that paper boat I put in the Amagi fountain when I tried to enlighten her. Even then, all she did was blink. No, I don't even think she did.
Looking up, I realize she wasn't blinking now either.
A lifeless doll, created to be controlled, for destruction.
(Y/n)... you're so much more than that... and I hope I'm more than a human to you. More than some being. More than a fondler.
"What deep thought. I can see why you turned out to be a prophet," he says softly.
My head shifts up without anger, even though he obliterated my privacy, "Prophet, huh? So it was destined for me to get involved with you two?"
"Of the sorts. Latifa didn't predict that part though. And of course, (Y/n) and I were aware of it."
"I see..."
"There's no harm in telling you, in fact, it may up your chances for whatever change you'll make—"
His eyes abruptly adverted to (Y/n), detecting something.
Her eyes ever so slowly moved from left to right, taking in... taking in information...
Like something being reignited in my head, I jump up, "She's! She! (Y/n)!"
"Yes, she's coming to..."
Just like that, I didn't question anything further. There was no need.
(Y/n), you're the answer.
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