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The Butterfly Effect
Chapter CIII
Two Priests. Two Priests out of who knows how many with both of them willing to give their lives to a man that they believed deserved it, one of them having sacrificed himself to make sure that said man was always, always protected, if only to an extent. The other, who had most probably been the successor, had instead laid out a convoluted plan because of something the man he wanted around had done, which had mutilated his soul beyond repair. All of this to…
To…
I shook my head. Shook it as hard as I could before nursing it and hearing my name called, making me look between my fingers. I stared at Mokuba, who silently indicated to the room I was sure I'd just left but, from the look on his face, I needed to get back into right this second. And I tried, very much tried to push away and walk, if only to hear him call for my brother this time and answer my silent questions with, "We already went. I took notes. I got this. You sleep."
Before the arms around me pulled me inside, the door closed, and I heard him run somewhere aboard the blimp as my brother held me tightly against him before realizing exactly what had just happened and feeling both relieved… and guilty all at once.
I knew I needed rest. After the insanity of today… and most probably yesterday, now that I thought about it, everyone would need to recover. Battle City was over. It was time to give ourselves some much-needed care until the world was upright and no longer felt like it was stretching beyond its means. And, as one of those persons who'd gone through hell and back, I deserved it. I deserved the break just as much as everyone on this blimp.
Yet…
Yet, I knew. I knew this wasn't over. It couldn't be. The Thief was still running around, and Yami only had a clue what to do to unlock his memories so that it couldn't be over. We were close to endgame if the information we were digging up had anything to say about it, but it wasn't over. There was work to do.
And that work… was mine.
Selfish and self-centered as it was, that work, that digging, was mine. I was the one who went looking for information and made sure that we had all the knowledge necessary for the next step. I was the one who tried to find anything relevant to said next step while keeping an eye out because there was always more. I was the one with access. I was the one who had had, even if I didn't remember it, extensive knowledge on which the group could base itself on.
That work… was supposed to be mine.
"It's okay, Megumi. It's okay. Just rest. You've done enough."
Mine…
"And if I can steal your shtick, you're not going to be able to do anything unless you get some sleep."
…
"So it's okay. We've got this until you get better. Just rest."
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The Sky Sage: After months of flopping around, I think I finally got a handle on things. I think I can finally see the light at the end of this tunnel. I'm still exhausted. I'm working on feeling better. But I think I'm getting there.