The Mushroom Kingdom was thriving. Luigi saw the little Toads far in the distance, shaded dots in the horizon. Wind carrying pollen, in the bright colours, fresh green for the sea of glass, clear blue for the high sky, some wet white clouds and the white sun on his back. A tad cold on his fingers and under his legs, because dewdrops were damping his clothes. His clothes. He was wearing his thick dark green shirt and deep blue jean overalls again, and his polished brown shoes. He was astounded.
How was everything back to normal?
Star bits came to his fields of vision, and princess Rosalina floated before him.
"The universe recreates himself every hundred of years…"
"That's bullshit."
"…Those who suffered the most have the privilege to remain in their last best shape…"
"Don't tell me you just watched me getting tortured without lifting a finger."
"…like a soul who never got to pass on…"
"Are you God? Are you saying that I deserve to live in hell here forever?"
"I am not God, and this has nothing to do with eternal redemption."
Luigi had nothing to say particularly, even if he felt questions swirling in him which he couldn't put words on.
"And I don't exactly know what happened… I just know something went wrong."
"For years."
"You can choose reincarnation to change your story."
"I already satisfied myself going to the past."
"You can forget everything to live a normal life."
"Not interested. That wouldn't be me, and I love myself too much to change. I'm too far gone."
A white Luma danced around Luigi's head and attempted to hide in his hat ; Luigi had the thought to crush it or cook it, but it was uninteresting. Rosalina's features became even more twisted in ponder.
"Do you want to die?"
And to think Luigi had once been afraid of death; death was end, end to a life of suffering, but also of all possibilities. There was probably a realm of afterlife like the Paper Overthere, or at least a Underwhere, but the thought of total nothingness, the effacement of a whole life and the fact you wouldn't even be conscious of it had been terrifying. You know you live, you don't know nothingness; and if nothing had ever existed? Why are we alive then? Luigi had been twisted enough to find the thought of death comforting. But it was also boring. He had done everything he had wanted in his condition. He was "lost". He didn't know what to do.
"I don't know what to do. I don't know why I would die."
Rosalina looked over…
"What? You want to become my sister? You already have another Luigi as a brother. And you too forgot about him, your real brother."
"No I didn't. He's over there if you want."
"I don't want."
"So what then? Don't you want something? If you don't find something, you will become depressed, and you already have serious issues."
"That was straight."
Luigi was bored. But… there was a world of possibilities, even more than before. Tatanga…he didn't want to hear about him again.
"You can travel through time and space?"
"Yes."
"… I'll come with you until I know. You're quite non-judgemental. Maybe we could travel through universes."
Rosalina didn't really hear the last sentence, but she obliged.
Everyone had forgotten about Luigi. Only Rosalina, the rest of the Lumas and Polterpup remained witnesses. They, with the Chaos Heart within Luigi himself, fled far away, all together.
The past was a burden oblivion could repair.
The past was a burden only oblivion could discard.
The past was engraved on all Luigi's being, if you could notice it; resources to start a new life. My life, as a "god".
Do you wish to know Luigi?
Do you wish to know what was in my head, written in my diary?...
Does Luigi count to you? Is he you, only in another world?
Or is he only himself, without any mark of the gods?
I want to tell you about him.