The woman with a blank expression was silent for a while.
Her lips moved and closed, and her pale green eyes flickered in confusion as I turned away. Taking one step, then another, the forgotten reality finally pounded on my body.
In the unconscious, the body is a reflection of the mind.
The wounds on the body that had been broken, collapsed, and shattered countless times remained intact as scars in my consciousness. Naturally, the flesh couldn’t be unharmed. The creaking joints with every step proved that.
Even so, I thought it was fortunate.
Because my body was still moving.
If I had the strength left to struggle, that was enough.
How many steps had I taken like that?
“You fool……!”
An abrupt rebuke pierced my eardrums.
The source was behind me; when I slightly turned my eyes, there stood the woman who had already risen, trembling violently.
“It’s impossible for you!”
There was no need to listen further.
It was something I’d heard countless times, and something I knew well myself.
So my gaze turned forward again.
“Do you still not get it?! That man, unbound by probability, is practically a ‘god’… You know that best!”
One step.
“Make a ‘contract’ with me, Ian Percus!”
Another step.
“It’s the only answer right in front of you! I, I did all this just for that possibility……!”
“You know.”
In the midst of silently advancing forward, I suddenly voiced a thought that came to mind.
“Have you ever trusted anyone?”
A question I’d once heard myself.
The woman’s face twisted, unable to grasp its meaning. My gaze and the woman’s, who had come…