Act II - Memory
Chapter 2 - Recall
"You seem different..."
If my internal clock is working right, it had been three days since Amelia was sent in here.
"Well, I had to put on a different air as a Kafra. Company policies and all."
During this time, we've talked quite a bit, having no company besides each other. It made the stay here much less boring. And the normally bland food tasted much better if you have company while eating it.
"Oh."
We haven't seen anyone else; the food somehow appears right in front of you when it's time to eat.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm still a nice person. And smiling all the time is something that comes naturally, but I hardly do that when I'm alone."
I already explained to her that the only way you would get out of this place was that if someone busted you out. Something as likely as me jumping up on a stage and singing rowdy bar songs.
For the record, I do bnot/b sing.
"I don't have all that much to be happy for."
I looked at the girl intently. I knew that the sight she saw was still bothering her. I guess I have to put her mind at ease about that. Standing up, I leaned against the wall and ran a hand through my hair.
"That room you saw..."
Immediately she looked up at me, amber eyes wide open.
I sighed. This isn't easy to explain. Crossing my arms, I continued.
"Ever wonder why there are so many Kafras even though hardly anyone applies?"
Amelia quickly put her hand to her mouth in shock. Smart girl. She got it already.
"Yeah." I nodded. "Some of them were created. Right here, in this building. It's the dark secret of the Kafra Corp, a secret that's been kept for more than a thousand years."
I braced myself for what I was going to say next. I prepared a neutral tone.
"You were born here."
I quickly looked down, the cold stone floor seemed to be a sight better than what I imagined the girl must be looking like right now. To be told that you didn't have any real parents, that you are not a natural human being, is sure to be a shock to everyone.
A few minutes passed. I forced myself to look at the girl. She hadn't moved an inch. She believed at what I said, I saw in her teary eyes. She trusted me so.
"A tube with my name...and the date I was found..." Her voice trailed off.
I'm going to have to tell her one of these days that it was me who took her away from here. But that will have to wait. Someday. I cleared my throat. If she is really the one, then I will have to tell her everything.
"They, well, you too, I guess, weren't originally made to just be Kafras. It's a long tale."
I closed my eyes. I heard her try to say something, but she stopped.
"Do you want to know?" I opened a blue eye to look at her.
Amelia simply nodded.
I gave a sigh and sat down on the floor. The weight of my long existence bore down on me. This story is my legacy. The reason I was still alive. The reason that the bastard still won't kill me.
Maybe telling someone, anyone, will make my burden a little lighter.
"It was a thousand years ago. It all started then. And I feel that the events that happened will finally try and come to a conclusion very soon."
I looked into her eyes.
"Too soon."