"Childish Question"
It's been a while since i wrote anything for this fandom. But i saw the trailer for Irregular Hunter X the other day and was suddenly inspired to write something. I hope you like it. Thanks.
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"Childish Question"
by: Ruemaja
"Zero?"
I turn to him, eyebrows raised in question, inviting him to continue. He was silent for a few moments. He doesn't look at me. He's going to ask me something again. Something i cannot answer. This is the way it goes most of the time. He ponders a question in his seemingly innocent mind and asks me.
I don't have to answer his question. But I do my best. It is reassurance, I suppose, and comfort for him when the answers come. That, at least, someone can answers the questions that he throws at the world. Questioning himself, questioning his orders, questioning his belief. The questions are all there wrapped around him and it may crush him one day, if I do not answer.
Some would say that the questions he asks are questions children ask their parents and they think it's useless and trival thing. But i know that they cannot answer him because if they did, that would also mean questioning themselves and their duties.
But I answer those childish questions he asks.
Because he deserves to know.
With each answer i give, more childish questions arise and they get harder and harder everyday. With every friend and foe killed, with every sadness and anguish that he has experienced, he questions himself, his existance. Our existance.
He asks me.
"Yes?"
He finally looks up at me. Around us, there is only destruction and blood and anguish and pain. He's not crying but I know better.
And then he asks.
"Where do reploids go when they die?"
And frankly, I don't know what to say.
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