“…Ah.”
I lowered the hands that had been covering my ears. I had to cover my mouth instead.
I… I’m here, Ailette. But where are you…?
“…”
I had to rein in the sensation of losing my mind.
The feeling of watching a dry salt desert become drenched was utterly horrific.
This world, strayed from the original.
Perhaps my tutorial was a curse to you.
I, too, have caused you harm.
A memory surfaced of something Reed once said to me.
You should have appeared to me sooner. At least before the 94th regression ended.
Now I understand why he pinpointed the 94th regression exactly.
Yet, there remains something I cannot fathom.
What am I to do? Every version of me that could willingly trade your existence for the world’s salvation is dead.
That’s what Reed had said.
And yet, Thesilid Argent of the 117th regression.
Why are you now…
Why, for what reason, why?
“Why are you now bartering the world’s salvation!”
I truly feel like I’m going mad. If I forced you to abandon your life, if I’ve circled back to be the cause once more, I cannot endure it.
I’ve already lost Reed, the Thesilid Argent of the 100th regression.
I may…