Chapter 57
Fighting yourself may not really be your greatest fear but fighting someone whom you cherish is. The fact that you have to take the life of someone you care the most with your own hands, it would be much easier for you to kill your very self than do that kind of absurb things.
There is no way that a person can not fear a thing as that. For in human heart, there will always be a part of where we would be more glad to die in the stead of someone we adored so dearly.
“Kheina… did you not miss daddy?”
With his had wide open, he was waiting for Kheina to go and hug him but that did not happen at all.
“You… are you really my daddy?”
Asking it for multiple times, no met how much she sees it, she can never fully guarantee that it was her father.
There was something in here that know that he isn't. And to confirm it… she thought os something.
“Why are you asking me that thing Kheina? Don't you miss daddy?”
“But I miss mommy the most”
“I am hurt… you loved your mom more than me?“
Her face suddenly changes. It was as if they was a part of her feeling relief about he fact that she now know the answer in what she was wanting to gain.
”You are not my daddy at all“
With her Claymore on her hand, she did the same stance that was her favourite. The stance that was taught to her by her father when they had a practice one time.
”Inhope you would be glad for me daddy. I mastered that special technique that you thought me“
With a smile on her face, it is no doubt that she was hesistating in her actions. Who's child would not be horrid in the thoughts of killing their own parents? Only evil would have such works to do.
Indeed, even after she cut the neck of the robot, she still hates what she have done. It was as if she killed her father even if it really wasn't him.
'The neck, it was their weakest point. Aim for it in a vertical manner and it would be sliced in no time'
“What brothers Saypher said is indeed true…”
Mbled to herself as she can't help but have her heart be filled with anxiety
“Daddy… I love you…. The same thing with mommy… I love you both….”
She may seen so many things in the world but even with those kinds of experience that no child at her age and gender would even dare had, she is still a child like any other little kids. Wanting to be cherished by her parents. Wanting to be spoiled by them and have fun. Wishing to have a complete family like any normal kid would ever wished for…
“If not for me… maybe mommy will still be alive… but… I am really grateful that I lived.. That I am in this world…”
With her heart crying, she felt ache in herself. A pain that can never be healed by any potion. An injury that can never be treated by normal wound cleaner and bandage… the most complicated wound that one can ever gain. A wound on the inside… a wound in her own mind…
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“Ben what… why are you… you… your still… you are still alive? But… no… I… ”
Having no clear words to state, Migo can't find the right words to say what he wanted to convey. Indeed, he was surprised about what he saw. For right before his eyes, someone who died in his arms was here… alive and full of energy to smile.
Shaking his head, he was reminded of the words that Ethan had said to them before. There is some part of him wanting to talk to ben but… his mind was telling him that there is no way someone who was already death would go back to life like that.
He knew for sure that it was some part of a trick but…
“Ben… how are you?”
Not all people have the courage to face reality. Not all people are strong enough to fight their desires. Some people who are out there would be glad to be fooled even if they already know it. Some people care nothing about the fact that what they are seeing is nothing near truth.
“I am doing good. This place was nice and wonderful. I would really love if we could hang out together like we used to before”
He never remove that smile on his face. His lips that have curves seems to not be bothered by how long he has been smiling.
“Ben… that was good to hear”
Migo replied as his eyes was both filled with sadness and happiness. None can tell what was going on in his mind. None can never have a clue of what he wanted to do
“Yes, why not… you go with me and let is go walk around this place. I will guide you to the most beautiful and cool part I ever saw!”
With a sight of excited on his eyes, Migo can't help but have tears on his eyes. It was forming even just a while ago. Just like a cloud creating a small rain drops…
“I would really love to… ben. I am happy that you are doing fine”
Walking towards where ben was, he let go of his bow and let out the dagger on his bad. Still looking at ben, he never let his eyes off his friend's face
“Do tell me stories about the place in there… the place where you are at… alright?”
Stopping just in front of him, before the robot can even charge attack on his side, he let out all his strength to wioe clean the neck of the robot.
“I am glad that you are happy…”
And there, his eyes let out a flow of tears as if it was some falls who was fully active in it producing water
As soon as the light on the body of the robot fade, he let it rest in his arms
“Please… be happy… Ben”
Some things are going to hurt us. Just by them existing. Some things would trigger us… to think of the bad things that way happen. Some things would make us feel like the worst nightmare that we were hiding from was hunting us. Some things would make us feel like we wanted to give up, but in each simple thing that push us down in each simple objects that let's us be reminded of our mistakes, of the regrets that we wanted to correct, we will also be reminded of the lesson that we may already forgotten.
“You killed me… why not kill me again just like what you did before?”
With no further ado, he say those words to make Kael feel bad. To let him remember the time where the took the place of that person who was the real owner of that body.
' Why is it my fault that you are gone? Is… it my fault that my existence became a trigger for you to be out of this world?'
To live… is not something that every child wished for. They are like a small dandelions that have no way of telling where they must go. Just going with he flow of life, is it really their fault that they exist?
“Why must it be my fault… it is not as if… I wanted to exist in the first place…”
Having the ability to know things, as days passes by he also did learn how to distinguish emotions. How to know the difference of each of them. How to classify what he was feeling.
“He fact that I exist and the fact that you are gone… it wasn't something that as within my capabilities… it wasn't…”
A butter smile escape his lips. As he wanted to tell that he may be at fault if you look at it once but the truth is…
He was just a victim of fate. A victim that was accused… a victim hat have no idea that he became part of a sin
He was but a child who he learned one day that he already exist. Living in this world is not his option, it wasn't his choice.
With his black misty shadow forming a large blade, he let that man see his smile.
“Killing you before wasn't my choice… but now… it is”
And as the head of that robot fly in the air, all his self blaming faded just like what he did with his shadows.
