A parallel world would exist only if the parallelism was absolute.
Or so they had said.
No one would believe that.
Maybe they were right.
On the other hand, who would know?
Everything was lost...or so it seemed.
Chapter II
The Collimation Begins
The deaths were uncalled for. That was the reasoning behind every human who had witnessed the destruction of Nirvana. But what if nature had its own justification? That the deaths were meant. And so were the humans pawns?
Hibiki Tokai managed to walk around for the second time, holding the crutches that supported him. Ten days had passed since Nirvana's complete destruction, and he, Meia, and Dita had fortunately survived. But it didn't seem all fortunate. All of Nirvana was completed obliterated, its crew gone. More of dead. So what was the use of living? The continuous pain and torture of life, if it seemed it had no purpose? No purpose. Hibiki looked far into the horizon, silently grieving the deaths which should not have happened. He had survived all right; some drifter colony had picked them up. That was good. For the moment.
Jura Basil Elden had survived the incident, but she did not survive the aftermath of what would happen to her body. There was massive internal bleeding, coupled with dangerous wounds throughout her body. She did not make it. She was dead. That Dread pilot would never be seen again.
Dita Liebely's cheerful smile had not been seen for a long time. She merely looked far away, as if in a distance she could hear any of the Nirvana crew. But that was impossible; they were dead, long dead. She began to contemplate what would happen, but that was quite unlike her. She was spontaneous, bursting with life. And now she was emotionally dead. Everything wasted and lost.
Meia Gisborn kept that cold look on her face. But there was clearly a pained anguish that was deeply embedded in her features. It could not be taken away, and she quickly saw the futility of a living. It was like back then, in Mejerrru, where life was meaningless. And okashira had given back that life. And now okashira was dead.
There was a strange muted silence that was ever-present in the three of them. The silence was deafening, and the drifter colony members simply ignored them. The three were in pain. Horrible pain. To witness a person's death, and the inability to do anything; this witnessing brings a horrible, indescribable feeling that defies any other form of pain.
The Harvesters had won.
Nirvana had vowed to fight back; they had made a decision that they alone would dictate the course of their life. It sounded good at first, and it sounded even better later on. They were winning battle after battle. Everything was in order, the win of Nirvana. Their victory over the Harvesters, and save mankind from an organ-harvesting spree. But in the utter end, they lost. All of Nirvana was destroyed. Its crew members were dead. The thoughts only brought more pain to the survivors, but they were already so used to pain.
Why couldn't things go right? Seemingly as if they were. They should have.
And then he saw once more. That green light.
What was happening?
No one knew.
That green light. The lines grew closer.
Destiny's gear shall unfold.
…
Hibiki Tokai was the one who would never give up.
He was the hero of Mejerru and Taraaku.
He was the savior of mankind.
He would determine his own destiny.
Yet...
The parallelism eludes our understanding. We fail to see its meaning, its purpose, its nature. Yes, we understand the concept, but the nature and meaning are yet to be found. It has escaped man's understanding, and it shall be for a long time.
But one must understand. A parallel exhibits certain similarities with other parallels, yet some parallels would exhibit much greater differences.
Then it would mean...
"Who is this Hibiki Tokai?"
"We do not know, we cannot see why he exists."
"Then there must be something wrong."
"He is in touch with us. We cannot see how. It must be something in him."
"What do you mean?"
"We are not yet sure."
"Find out."
"Yes."
Hibiki Tokai smiled at the Dread he piloted.
Hibiki Tokai looked at the Harvesters in respect.
Hibiki Tokai was a first-class citizen.
Who then is a Hibiki Tokai?
Do you know what a Hibiki is?
It is not the Hibiki we know, nonetheless the truth still stands: a Hibiki Tokai is a Hibiki Tokai. This futile arguement seems to lack plausibleness, as if it had been thought of by a young, naive child.
Yet,the facts clearly speak for themselves.
A Hibiki Tokai is a Hibiki Tokai.
No more, no less.
How can a parallelism exist without defying the continuum of space and time? It clearly cannot exist without defiling at least one of the two. Yet, a parallelism is known to have an existence even without these factors.
The question remains unanswered. Perhaps for eternity. Yet, it begs to be answered. How can a parallelism exist?
The question merely creates a newer struggle within the mind, as it tries to grasp certain fragments of meaning which sound plausible. A further study will bring the grains of half-truths and half-lies to an end.
Still, the question remains. Unanswered. Unless...
Yet we shall always fail to understand. We are bound by our limited minds, its ends so met easily. Still, naive minds which countinue this otoise nonsense merely end in their bitter starts.
Then again...
Hibiki Tokai, a collection of carbon and hydrogen, humanity, man, woman, friends.
Who is Hibiki?