Fate into Darkness Chapter 2: into Caster: don't Cry, a fate/stay night fanfic

into Caster: don't Cry

"If people do not know their ugliness, so be it. They can stay ignorant, go to hell for their own crimes, and suffer forever. They won't be able to get out of hell. They will suffer forever as criminals because they do not know what crimes they have committed."

-Caster, Fate/stay night

Red was the sky, filled with carrion crows.

Red was the deck of the ship, slippery with blood,

blood whose owner she no longer recognized.

Red was the sea, a once calm blue, stained by lumps of meat, freshly slaughtered.

Red-Red-Red -Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-

Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-

Red-Red-Red -Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-

Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red-Red.

The color of her white virginal robe, stained, and now she understood that she would never again wear
that color. And a scarlet smear on her face, an unforgiving stain which one of her delicate lily hands
touched in disbelief. Like orbs her eyes widened filled with…

HATE

LOVE

REGRET.

She slowly turned and faced the Man that made her do this, her eyes filling with a sort of madness that
wanted, begged approval or even comfort.

When she saw none, her red anemone stained hands loosened their grip on that wicked knife, which of c
ourse had been stained red as well

- it dropped and stuck into a coagulating pool of redness.

Why did she drop the knife that she was holding so dearly?

Now she wanted nothing to do with it.

His eyes, the eyes of the one that orchestrated all this could no longer see her. What she now saw made
her shudder, lose control.

She gripped her head. Her legs buckled and she fell splat into another pool of redness next to that sinful
dagger and raised her face towards the sky as if in prayer.

A composed face, broken, and from any point of view it look as if she was weeping blood. She screamed
until even the crows that came to feast scattered, touched or frightened by her despair.

Yet in the midst of all this He just stood and stared, not believing the situation that had unfolded before
His eyes…

All the while the ship slowly rocked back and forth-

The ship slowly rocked back and forth, that is what woke me. My eyes came from a flutter and then…

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The ship slowly rocked back and forth, that is what woke me. My eyes came from a flutter.

I looked down at the while sheets that covered my still half-awake body. I realized I was still wearing the
clothes I had on yesterday. I reached out to the side and found…

WICKED

SIN

HATE

KILL

my dagger, unclean as the day I brought it into the world.

He never touched it, in fact none of the inhabitants of this floating house would touch it, half of them
never spoke to me and half of the remaining only spoke in one word of two.

That was my punishment.

My purple gown as pretty yet was a shackle to me, after all I would never wear white again, not since
that da…

A figure, no, it could not be called a figure, had be cut…

into 17 pieces and ( ) .

I shook my head. My eyes turning back to the instrument that ( ).

I slowly figured it delicately as if it was something precious; that disgusted me. Then with the snap of
my wrist I stowed it away, to let this ships inhabitants see my sin was…unforgiving at best. After all it
was something like me, simply unnatural.

Rule Breaker: Destroyer of all Marks

The very dagger, its wicked shape that ( ) .

I shook my head both to repress the memory and control the rising nausea.

After I ( ) He and I had gone to see Circe, my aunt, the woman who could forgive all sins, the woman
who also turned men into swine. She received us knowingly, but with ceremony. Ha, after all this was
atonement, not some family reunion. She asked how I cut into ( ) seventeen pieces with a knife, it
was obviously physically impossible, I explained with Him avoiding my gaze. She nodded as if nearly
napping, she already knew, was it her blood or the impossible amount of magic circuits that allowed her
to proclaim herself as a "sorceress." She looked at Him, not in a hostile way, no she could never look at
someone in a hostile way if she was truly the witch that forgave any man. However He flinched seeing
something in her eyes. It was not something magical; I was sure that she didn't have mystic eyes, so it
must have been the age old saying that the eyes are the windows to the soul. With no fuss she told me
to stab my hand, the hand that did the deed with the knife that had helped it. My eyes grew wide,
certainly she knew that this knife was a conceptual weapon, how else was it supposed to be able to cut
into seventeen pieces that I then threw into the sea, doing this would be…

She told me it was atonement. He said I shouldn't do it, that knife being a sacrificial knife, a conceptual
weapon, it would definitely hurt me. It was at times like this I really believed that I loved this man, at
these times I really wanted to believe that, not it was not Aphrodite's son's arrows that gave me these
feelings, that I really believed at the bottom of my heart that these emotions were truly mine. So going
with that feeling I could not burden Him anymore… if this would rid my sin surely it must rid his part in it.
Taking the wicked dagger again in my hand I thrust it into my hand before I could hesitate or before this
warm feeling could escape me. It went through my hand. He looked at me shocked yet His eyes told me
He showed no such emotion. Circe just looked on as if in relief. The knife did not hurt, it merely
accepted the offering, it did not wreak my skin it merely accepted the sacrifice like a puppy lapping up a
hand. I then pulled the dagger own, it convulsed as if sick due to my wicked, sinful, evil blood. He was
truly shocked this time. Circe looked on with envy and wonder.

Circe then proclaimed my legend had been born… no I never wanted that, I just want to be back to who I
was.

Please, don't change me into something I no longer recognize.

That was the day I had received my divine mystery, the day I knew that… I wasn't, human anymore. At
that point He and most of the crew looked at me differently, no longer a hate for killing my own
brethren, but fear at what I became, and all the while the ship slowly rocked back and forth.

I smoothed the creases in my gown and put on my dark green shawl, the only thing I actually brought
from Colchis. I took the hood down and examined myself in the mirror, the same long, fair, pale face, I
never really did like the sun, after all I am a priestess of Hecate. My ears slightly tapered represented my
non-human blood. Some say it was due to my heritage from the sun god, maybe that explains the
abnormal amount of magic circuits in my family. Either way it was ironic that I didn't like the sun.

I was moving up towards the deck, walking on a ship while it was rocking was, not steady at best.

On my path I spied the prize, the prize that took the death of a dragon, the Golden Fleece, the dragon
was one of the last of its race. I cannot use the Third Sorcery so I could not implant the soul of the
dragon in the Fleece, but I managed to implant some memory of it. To be fair the dragon was already on
its deathbed, and… No, I have no excuse for killing such a profound phantasm beast…

Was that…my sin as well?

My motives were for self-gain, but at least I saved part of the dragon, now it can protect that
fleece…forever, yes, it was not a bad trade… But I cannot activate it, a dragon takes too much oda to
recreate, even with support from the Fleece's mana, the total prana needed is too high. Also a magus
never has enough oda to fully fill their capacity. Summoning is also not my forte, and even if I could
summon it she would end up something like a projection, it'd last longer as there is a basis, but it'd still
shatter in the end.

I turned left, away from the treasury and away from the quarters of the Argonauts towards the stairs
that led to the deck, all the while the ship rocked back and forth.

Helios was bright today as any day, and the clouds… no they were not clouds, seagulls. Seagulls
only go out to sea to die that is why this meant that we were close to land.

I smiled faintly; finally the feel of dry land on my feet, yes land is where humans belong, not this rocking
ship.

On that high note I surveyed the deck happy to find it sparsely populated, the figure that leapt out at me
first was the giant, Hercules, he looked almost docile will polishing his bow and arrows. We got along
well, because - I guess – we were of kin, he was half god and my aunt Circe was also half god, however
his relation gave him an affliction, the others called it madness, he saw things differently during those
times, it was as if he was burdened with the weight of the world, or a battle he was in replayed in his
mind over and over. He had confided to me that being close to his late wife helped this condition. I
simply guess that she had been one of the beings known as Synchronizers, however tragically he had
gone on a long campaign and when he returned home, it was bad enough that he killed her and their
children… That is unfair, all because he is Zeus' offspring not of Hera; therefore I wanted to help him. No,
I believed that if I helped a demigod like him, perhaps I would be able to save myself. However,
obviously I was no Synchronizer and even if I was I doubt I would be compatible with him. So my method
was simpler. When he was having a fit I would simply cut his consciousness. The human body is delicate
so I had to take great pains not to shut down any internal organs down. He was grateful for this, and
became to trust me. In a peculiar sense he was a "friend", a solitary, steady rock on this rocking ship.
He promised to give me refuge any time I needed it, I thanked him for it, but I do not believe I will need it.
After all I have Him, even if we are growing a bit apart; I think I'll trust Him.

The ocean breeze billowed and I could taste the salt in the air.

I held my shawl closer to my body to protect myself from the odorous ocean spray; however I did so
reluctantly to pull my shawl was to cut my sense of hearing. To do so was to cut myself from listening to
a string of notes that came from a lyre that seemed blended into the breeze itself.

The notes came from another of the Argonauts, one of the very few that I would call "not my enemy."
Sitting by himself alone in a dark corner of the deck Orpheus the lyrist and beloved of Apollo was
stringing his lyre that was said to be given to him by the god himself. Though many had asked him if it
was true, he never gave an answer, so it was still a mystery. However all that saw the lyre in question
could do nothing but gaze at it in wonder. This was to be expected, this lyre was an object like my own
dagger, a divine mystery, an artifact close to "true magic" or "sorcery" the closest I could get to this was
my own teleportation technique however that was merely a deception. Maybe it is because we both
had these items-no matter, it made me feel warm that there was another person this rocking ship that
did not hate me. Still it was absurd that he didn't. Once I had divined his fortune- no, I cannot actually
tell the future, I do not have the eyes or the innate power to do that. However I, confounded by my own
misfortune can see the same plume was also around the air that enveloped him. This man would
descend into Hades twice. He would die because of love and die again because of blasphemy. He
listened intently, but did not talk it seriously. I earnestly told him, begged him not to fall in love, nor to
dedicate himself too firmly to one specific god. I avoided using the exact name, so not to offend more
people. He just smiled like the go lucky person he was and patted my hair as if I was a little girl, like he
was my uncle who had caught me playing a prank on him.

"Medea," he suddenly said, his face still smiling.

"Yes," I replied as firmly as possible.

"What is the element that makes up the world?" he asked innocently.

I grew surprised at his sudden interest in magecraft. "There are five, fire, water, earth, wind, and ether."

"Ah, but what is the most important."

"E-Ether, your lyre is made of it, isn't it?" I said pointing to the enchanted music maker.

He gazed down at the lyre and fingered it gingerly, "Really now, interesting, however those are elements
to a magus, remember this Medea, you may not understand now, perhaps when you're a little older, the
single most important element, the element that makes up the world is…" he put his finger towards his lip
as if about to expel a profound secret.

"Is?" I grew irritable.

"Love, of course," he put his hands out as if he let out the greatest secret in humanity.

I looked at him as if he was an idiot, happily turning around like that, even in the middle of nowhere on
a rocking ship…yes, there are people just like that like ( ) .

-Red overwhelmed me, pathetic; I was growing nauseous from a memory of a memory.

I calmed myself down using magus breathing techniques. I noticed my hand clutching to the ships railing.

When I looked up at the deep, ocean blue, sky I noticed a shadow blotting out the light.

It was Him obviously.

Tall, blond, suntanned, the ideal Greek, I don't think I need to state everything, but he was everything to
me. He looked at me with those once accusing eyes.

"Are you okay?" Did he seem concerned?

I didn't reply, either relies didn't seem good enough.

He put his hand on his head "Come one you can sit at the helm with me, nothing's better than some
fresh air."

At times like this I want to believe he is concerned.

At times like this I want to believe that ( ) never happened.

At times like this I just want the ship to stop rocking,

yet it never does.

I still do not understand Orpheus' words, however I hope that one day I can view the world as a
place that is made out of love.

I hope…I hope many things.

Those hopes were my thoughts as I sat on a seat behind the helm of the ship, Jason's spot, sometimes
his first mate Telamon's as well. As Jason's wife I obviously was allowed here as well.

I wished to be content… looking at him right now, in this serenity.

Perhaps he didn't hate…me, perhaps…

Please don't hate me…

My thoughts grew to an abrupt stop unlike the consistent rocking of the ship as Jason turned to me and
regarded me on eye level.

"We're approaching Crete, we are nearing the end of our journey, have you heard of the place?"

He was blustering to make idle conversation, still he said "we", wanting to hear more I shook my head.

"Of course, you grew up far away don't you?" He forced a laugh, "Well it all started with…"

He told the story of the founding of Crete, Europa, princess of some place somehow managed to get on
bull that was Zeus in disguise, he took her to a place in Crete where he….(blush)…. her. Afterwards he
gave her three gifts, conceptual weapon Pulim - a spear that would not miss, divine beast Lachelop – a
dog that would always catch its target, and Talos – something that was a divine mystery. Jason could not
really explain Talos. Possibly he did not know this Talos was. He did however show me a coin of it as he
tried to explain. The coin was cast in bronze; the center was a gigantic man, proportionally larger than
Hercules. He had wings. Yes, I agreed, it was definitely a divine mystery, but it seemed human enough
not to be a phantasmal race, however, why was he depicted on the bronze cast coin, why not the gold
or silver ones?

But I could see the island now; it was shrouded in a shadow…

No it was the air above the ship that was shrouded. It was a boulder, a gigantic ball of rock, falling
straight at the ship.

Everyone noticed it, no one moved, something so large, was quickly grabbed and thrown back into the
air by Hercules.

Jason cursed, roaring at no one in particular.

The boulder that had been returned reached a certain point in the air and cracked into two and fell into
the sea with a splash.

The splash created ripples that rocked the ship rather volatilely.

However that was secondary, standing in the air… no he was hovering, his winds were a flap.

His… no, its skin was…

The instant I saw it I knew why that coin was cast bronze.

It was gold like glitter, deadly and hard like the weapons that the men of the Argo wear. A gigantic
unbelievable height and shape.

A monster,

a being just like me.

What…What was keeping it afloat…its delicate wings could not…

Icarus.

I remembered the story of the magus Daedalus…

That meant… Talos had magic circuits running through its wings.

Unbelievable after considering it was a hunk of bronze. While it had magic circuits all over its body it was
still a bronze figure –

Inchor.

After all didn't Jason say that this was a gift from Zeus?

Inchor is only its lay name it is actually just highly concentrated ether. God's, carrying the dreams of
humankind are allowed to have this substance flow in their veins. I can make a copy but all it does is
help the body, not the soul.

Arrays of stones fly at the ship. Orpheus quickly went into the men's quarters to arouse them; his
actions made the ship rock a little faster. However it is all that he can do, he is not a warrior.

Jason is also not a warrior; he is the embodiment of his name.

Proud of his name when alone, ashamed in the company of others, still he wields a blade in battle. His
attacks have the same level of technique as the black giant's.

Is that because they were both trained by the same teacher?

Jason always boasted his teacher was the centaur Chiron, phantasmal race teachers aren't that
uncommon and are the most sought after. I was trained by the dragon guarding the Fleece…

Oh… I killed my teacher…

Is that another addition to my sins?

Ha, maybe I shouldn't try to summon that dragon anymore.

However, this was not the time to think about all that, my mind wanders too much. Just like how this
ship rocks too much.

Talos stopped aiming rocks at the ship, Hercules kept throwing them back and when Talos threw
multiple rocks, Hercules whipped out his bow.

It was gigantic thing, deadly killing machine, yet still graceful. He had once told me he slayed the Hydra
with this style giving it the name:

Nine Lives: Shooting the Hundred Heads

An arrow was notched, not one of his famous poisonous ones but rather a normal bronze one, and then
with his gruff, loud, yet hopeless voice he proclaimed the true name and then actualized the divine
mystery.

He shot the arrow, a star like flashing, then…

nine dragon beams burst forth, the magical energy was astounding.

The phantoms of energy actually seemed they themselves were fully actualizing, as if they were living beings.

Magecraft, thaumaturgy, they had no explanation for this.

Quintessentially this was as close to a miracle as a human could get,

a mystery,

a Divine mystery.

Two of the phantoms smashed into the boulders obliterating even the fragments.

Talos instantly gathered more boulders, by attacking the sea and not the ship, it would try to tip over
the already rocking boat and capsize the crew.

However, two phantoms instantly cleaved the plan and the boulders into two.

The remaining five phantoms tried to pierce through the bronze thing.

It dived like an arrow straight at one of the phantasmal dragons deciding to take the blow allowing it to
dodge the other ones. However I could see the barrier, its magical resistance had broken.

Talos sacrificed its defense against me to save itself from certain death. Perhaps it was a phantasm race
indeed.

It flew straight at us like the arrows that went for it and grew larger and larger blotting out the sky.

With the loss of its magical resistance it gained the ability to destroy the Argo.

With the loss of its magical resistance, I gained the ability to destroy him.

The men all cringed, Jason shouted something and then Hercules cringed as well.

O, I see, if Hercules grabbed Talos he would destroy the ship, but Jason…

why didn't you just ask me to reinforce him and the ship?

Jason…

why don't you depend on me?

Caught in this I was the only person left standing and, Jason did nothing only looking me,

why don't you grab me,

Why Don't You Pull Me Down,

WHY DON'T YOU SAVE ME!

WHY DO YOU LOOKE AT ME WITH THOSE COLD EYES THAT SHOUT MONSTER!

DON'T DO THAT DON'T DO THAT DON'T DO THAT DON'T DO THAT DON'T DO THAT DON'T DO THAT
DON'T DO THAT DON'T DO THAT DON'T DO THAT DON'T DO THAT DON'T DO THAT DON'T DO THAT

DON'T DO THAT DON'T DO THAT DON'T DO THAT DON'T DO THAT DON'T DO THAT DON'T DO THAT

i-i-i…don't want… that.

I fell back Talos missing me by a hair.

I was under its belly, the bronze…

{ ΓαΤλ}

Divine words that every magus should know, divine words that are mine alone.

I activate my greatest magic, the one that proclaimed me a witch to these men.

As I was fell my cloak grew, four wings like those of a moth spread out, the color was of a dusty moth as well.

Magic circles appeared in the space behind me, all aimed at its underbelly.

I let it erupt; purple beams were released,

"Hecate Gaia."

The goddess I use to serve, the triple faced goddess of magic and crossroads, however there is also an
older legend about her. When Zeus distributed the world it is said he gave his most beloved goddess
dominion of the sky, sea, land, and all the eye could see. Hecate was that goddess. Yet, we know the
other gods took these places, and Hecate's Gaia will never be achieved.

So at least by using this spell a dream that never actualized can be achieved if only for a brief moment.

Hecate's energy can reach wherever I see.

Truly, this becomes Hecate's world.

With no magical resistance it takes each hit, each hit a certain death, each hit making it rise, the shock of
the blasts have nowhere else to go.

After being lifted by a barrage of purple energy the magic circles all converged into a luminous blue undercover.

I gather mana from every gap and cranny of this rocking ship and just absorb it for my coup d'grace.

Beams of woods splinter and crack from the absorption, however they would not break unless I touched
the ship.

That would never happen, I had stifled my fall by increasing the air resistance so much that I would stay
in that falling, face up position.

I stole a glance at Jason, wide eyed at the happening…

wide eyed at me…

did…he

think..

me…

as a

…monster?

I screamed like I had gone mad.

I screamed, roared, howled to rid myself of that thought, ironically the thought had started this scream
so the more I screamed the more I thought about it.

The points of the magic circle converged right in the middle, it all met on a point in front of me…

-No! I do not want a beam, I want an overwhelming blast that will encompass all.

I want to make him accept and love me.

I want to save Him.

After all…

He is MINE.

I draw another magic circle in front of the other one to filter the energy and…

just let it go.

My robe swished around mussing the eyes on my cloak, no not eyes, miniature magic circles,
this was a great ritual after all.

The second the blast hit Talos, it flashed and he instantly moved up.

A blinding light, any magus would know how much energy that just used.

It was propelled up in the air, it was dead, surely, if it could die at all.

The cloud cleared, everyone on the Argo was still on the deck. I used the air the balance myself back.

My head swayed.

Ah…I used…just used five hundred units of energy. Of course most of it was mana, about ninety percent,
so I had used about fifty units of Oda, that was… a lot. A projection, one of the most wasteful of
magecrafts uses just six units of Oda… so; it was miracle that I was alive.

Inchor helped me, but it seemed that it helped Talos as well.

I had expected the blast to completely vaporize the inchor or to make a hole so it would flow out.
However it was only missing its right side, which meant it was still moving.

Now sensing danger it turned tail and fled, truly a bonze one winged eagle…

No, I would not let it flee; after all, it had made me show this side of myself to Him.

END IT KILL IT END IT KILL IT END IT KILL IT END IT KILL IT END IT KILL IT END IT KILL IT END IT KILL IT

PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN

MAKE IT REGRET WHAT IT DID TO ME.

DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY

DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY.

I smashed the wall of the well that contained my magical energy

so what if I had barely any left,

if I didn't have any I'd draw on the inchor of Rhodes

if that is a lie I would just draw on my blood

if I don't have any blood I'll draw on my flesh.

if I don't have flesh I'll just

USE EVERYONE ON THIS BOAT'S.

After all…

This THING tried to KILL Jason,

tried to KILL Him

so, in return…

I'LL KILL YOU!

I screamed so deliriously that my face rumpled up, laughing like that I was certain I looked like a true
witch, just laughing and absorbing magical energy.

No from the day I ( ) I was a true witch.

I called for all the metal on the deck; I was surprised to see it was just Hercules' arrowheads.

Still laughing hideously I made them encircle me spinning faster. I moved the spinning arrowheads
above my head towards the sky.

Lightning crackled and sparked. Many men wore shocked expressions on their faces.

Ahaha the men thought I was invoking Zeus.

I bent down and picked up Jason's bronze sword, loosened when he cowered on the deck.

IF HE CAN'T SAVE HIMSELF…

I'LL KILL EVERYTHING THAT HURTS HIM.

I no longer cared that it was Eros' arrow that made me do this. I just…

really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,

really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really ,really, really, really, really, Really,
Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really,
Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really,
REALLY, REALLY, REALLY,REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY,REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY,
REALLY,REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY,REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY,REALLY,

wanted to KILL that THING!

I threw the bronze sword into the eye of the cyclonic spinning mass.

Maybe it was because of the spinning arrowheads that the sword was the stay in place.

I took aim at the heel, his left heel, I could feel it now, and the inchor was there, a vein all the way to its neck.

H-How did I know?

I made the arrowheads circle faster and faster, the blade still unmoving.

Perhaps Talos became aware of the danger and started to strafe.

No good, that blade had my blood on it; yes I cut myself before throwing it in the mix. It only targeted the inchor I wanted it to.

I turned around, I did not see to see it shoot, and the projectile would kill on touch.

I dropped to my knees and continued laughing, laughing my hopelessness away and, I screeched exactly like the time when I killed ( ).

RED

I stopped the arrowheads abruptly.

A sonic boom faster than god-speed could be heard and with it time and the rocking boat stopped.

The moment I will notice that time stopped Talos will be dead.

I don't have to turn around as I know in one second it would gouge the heel.

In the next second it will burst out of the head of the bronze giant.

In the second after that it will end up on Crete, a meteor, according to the authorities.

These are the Erinyes the two arrowheads are Alecto and Megaera, the blade is Tisiphone.

However, this was not important right now.

What I now feared was Him and His Argonauts, they had seen my actions

w-would Hercules and Orpheus accept me or would they think of me as an evil?

What about Jason?

Would his eyes become colder and colder?

-no,no,no,no, I obtained the Fleece for him, YES, I obtained it for it for him, surely He still loves me. Yes.

But after this…what would HE think of me?

Me this killer?

I care, I care so much about what He thinks of me.

I CARE, I CARE, I CARE

I CARE SO MUCH THAT I want to…

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Ahhhhh… I-I see it now. This is wrong, all this is wrong. I see what I really wanted, all I really wanted, is to apologize, apologize to you

Absyrtus.

I just…

I just want to see you and apologize for everything that went wrong.

This moment, this moment trapped in time I finally reached it, I remembered his name, the one that is
the most important to me, someone I truly loved from the bottom of my heart. One who's love is not
the scheming of a god.

But when this moment ends, I'll forget, I'll forget this truth that I have found. So while it is still warm, I
wish to bask in it a little longer, after all…

the second time starts again, I will fall to the ground, exhausted, I used my own life energy, I fried my
magic circuit, and when that time comes,

the time where the waves begin to rock the ship,

the time Talos will die,

the time that I will fall down -

no one will come to save me.

S-so, even if it's just for a little while, a little while that I will forget, I want to linger here, the here that is
lit up with the warm, light glow of the element that makes up the world.

In this moment the waves don't rock the ship,

so,

for this moment, I think…

I shouldn't cry…