X. Why?
Seishiro didn't need to find out the reasoning of everything as much as he used to, as of late anyway.
He found himself more comfortable with tying everything together by his own timeline, where he was able to piece the clues of the past and what lay ahead of him at his own pace, without any pressure of a deadline or another human being to question his thought process.
With each reason he had thought of to explain something, it would appear simple at first, but within that reason there were many others, waiting and lurking at every turn, not knowing what the real reason was behind one of his actions. He was an enigma to many people, and with good reason.
They didn't need to know why he did what he did.
They didn't need to know why he took to such an exquisite being, someone who was so pure that it hurt just to look at them.
They didn't need to know why he let someone affect him so much, let that person change him, and yet change nothing about him at all.
They didn't need to know why he gave up his right eye so easily, why he traded it for the ability to travel through dimensions, worlds that he had yet to discover and unravel.
They didn't need to know why he was going on such a journey for something that truly seemed unfathomable, something so unattainable.
They didn't need to know his way of thinking.
They didn't need to know why.
All that resonated was the last thing, the last words that he heard from the person he was seeking, the person he thought he truly didn't care for.
The faint cry of, "Why in the world would you do that?"
Is there ever a reason?
