I've killed two birds with one stone. Anyone that doubts it doesn't know the potential of a telekinetic. I heard the saying when I was first taken into Schwarz by Crawford. He said it as he looked out the window, acting as though he held eternity within his hands. I stared up at him with large eyes, reaching out one of my weak, nutrition deprived arms to him, wanting to touch him to ask if it was really possible. Schuldig fell inside my head immediately and told me to leave Crawford alone. He said Crawford was mad…and going near him wasn't a good idea. I just nodded and asked him if it was alright if I went outside to try it. He said I could if I gave him head first. It was so amazingly easy…to kill two birds with one stone. Farfarello always enjoyed watching me murder animals. Corrupted innocence, he had said, but I was never innocent. He would lick the blood off my fingers when I did it with my own hands. I read Dante's Inferno once. Farfarello was the evil ghost in Malebranche. I never thought that he'd become a blasphemer.

I will kill. I will bring chaos upon the land. Then that eternity will be grasped… Schwarz is filled with varied ideals for each person, but I know more truly than anything else that the overall goal is the eradication. I don't want to be ignored anymore. It's been too long to live, and as it is…I will reach eternity.

"What are you fighting for?"

I wanted to find him…and tell him with words he'd be able to understand. What I was fighting for…could easily be understood, but only if the person was honest with themselves. Before Crawford had come, I had rocks thrown at me by children…grown men raped me before I even knew how to say the word. I killed the children with pent up emotion releasing itself…and I learned to control the men. If Farfarello wanted to see corrupted innocence, he would have met me then. He would have smiled as I took the money from the men.

The first thing I had been instructed to do when I joined Schwarz was how to suppress all emotions, because when they grew out of control, I couldn't harness my ability. I was useless then. We wouldn't want that.

I laughed quietly to myself at the thoughts I kept seeming to have. I looked up above me and admired the sight. While remembering the past I had forgotten the present, a bad habit by all people, it seemed. Schuldig didn't seem very pleased that I had gone blank while he was fucking me, but I did that more often than would be expected of any other prostitute, so I'd have thought he'd be accustomed to it after all the years. Schuldig was the only one that seemed to find it amusing to make me moan from the sex anymore. I never really enjoyed it and never had, but my body still responded whether I wanted it to or not. Overall, it had become relatively unaffected no matter what was done to it, but it would always be weak and sensitive from me having been so deprived of sustenance as a child. I never really had much of a reason to do anything to change that after I had grown.

"What was it this time?" he asked with his lips forming the words carefully as they brushed into my ear.

"Bombay," I replied in a single word.

I didn't bother arguing with him that he was able to just find it from my mind anymore, since he still wanted me to lie some times. It gave life another laugh for him, and it gave me another push in the wrong direction. It didn't trouble me, serving others' desires. Everyone did it, every last person creates extra faces depending who they're around. No one wants to admit it, but they don't even know the real them anymore. The real Nagi never existed. There has only been this doll and the masks placed over its face, changed constantly for all those who watched.

This time it wasn't a lie, not completely. I couldn't put the rest of it to words and would rather he just raped my mind if he wanted to know. I waited, noticing the slight shift in his expression as he went to check, and the small shrug afterwards. It was amazing what a telepath could do when up another's ass. Then again, it was amazing what a telekinetic could do when he cries.

"I see…you want to kill him with a stone, Nagi?"

"No, I want to help him."

Schuldig just snickered into my ear as he pulled out. It seemed he had managed to come even without me responding, which didn't really matter to me seeing as to how I wasn't hard at all anyway. He laid down on top of me, holding my much smaller body against his. He had always liked children and liked fucking children. He was just another man on the street. He'd call me little girl to piss me off when he wanted to watch the glass fall apart.

"Help him with what?"

"See," I replied with an unwavering voice, leaning against him as he seemed to desire. "The blind birds always run into the window…the blind birds die too early."

He started stroking my length as we sat there. That wasn't enough anymore. When I felt his hand I only felt pain throughout my body, but that was obviously what he had wanted. All I could think about was Farfarello's knives cutting across my skin so deep that I'd need stitches. I never complained, just let him do whatever it was that he enjoyed. Really, I was no more than the fuck toy of Schwarz. If I had lost all my abilities, I doubt they would have gotten rid of me.

It looked like I was to stay in Schuldig's bed that night.