Distance now is meaningless.
As long he is before me, it’s all that matters.
As long he is just alive, it’s all that matters.
“One more thing, all you see are living things.”
“Obviously, you can’t have life within non-living. The core from which life originates can only be found in living beings.”
“… You get it after all, vampire.”
I grip my knife.
Life from my fingertips to my heart frozen.
All there is in my brain is pain.
But that’s not enough. Not enough yet.
I must go further. Wash away my doubts.
The woman whom I could blame is no longer here.
“That’s odd, pretty strange words to be your last… May it be, we shall cut the chatter. I still must finish the churchwoman who is sneaking about somewhere… Rejoice, Shiki. Our first opponent after making you be my servant, will be precisely the woman you were relying on.”
“…”
Ah, a last change of hassles. I will take your bait then.
There is no more ethics/common sense anymore.
I can’t remember how the outside/right shape looks like anymore.
The flesh that makes me up has begun to rot.
I feel like my selfhood is fading away.
I no longer understand what it means to be a human.
“?!”
His legs halt and face freezes up.
His body that has lost the premise of what it is to be “alive” is no different from a fetus in the womb now.
“Wait… What is this?”
The world remained the same, there was no minus for him to see.
Due the extent of his perceptions he can’t glimpse what is threatening him.
“Why?... Why are my legs shaking?”
That’s why the only thing his eyes could mirror was fear.
“What I see and what you see are different things, vampire.”
My body is burning.
“All you see is life, you don’t understand a thing about death. That’s why you could only kill a weakened woman but not me.”
My brain reaches its critical point.
“No one who sees death could remain sane. All you understand are the parts that keep things alive. To see death… Is the most unbearable thing in this world.”
It’s like this moon world.
A landscape where everything and everyone exudes dead.
Being able to see the death of things, is being casted away on a flimsy world where everything is crumbling away.
So fragile that it seems the ground and the sky will fall away at any moment.
“What… The hell are you talking about?”
His voice carries anger.
… That’s to be expected.
He can't understand a comma of my lecture.
In other words… Our eyes may look the same but are completely distinct things.
“… Stop, don’t look at me with those eyes.”
Fear overrun Roa’s voice.
He said people are beings who instinctively fear the unknown.
“You have no idea what it's like to live as if everything in the world is going to fall apart every minute… That’s what to see death. These eyes aren’t something to boast about.”
Yeah, like in those days where even walk would scare me out.
Even I… If I hadn't met that person that day, I don't know what I would have done.
“That’s your mistake, vampire. Life and death are two sides of the same coin, but that will never face each other.”
“I said… To not look at me with those eyes…!”
Unable to bring that lightning speed of before, he takes steps closer.
That’s the price of dried up his power against Arcueid.
Then as a given, even if there’s no need to highlight it…
“… I’ll teach you what it means to kill something.”
I stab over and over the same point accurately.
In a flash, the thing called hallway crumbled away along with the rise of a hateful voice.
Roa’s howls are muffled by the falling rubbles.
The passage was literally killed.
The thing, which had its meaning torn away, crumbled to pieces in the same instant.
Having been swallowed by the hallway’s decay, he falls along being crushed by the rubbles.
“…”
An unnatural collapse.
The passage, as the school building, collapses before me as if they were anomalies crafted by strangeness.
I head to the stairs, carrying an aching head and a numb body.
The courtyard had been made into a sea of rubble under the moonlight.
At its core there is something moving in cracks.
“…”
You really don’t know when to quit.
He drags his body on the brink of defeat out of the rubbles.
“Ah--- A, ahhg…”
Roa’s lower body was no more.
That part alone didn’t regenerate like it was fated to “don’t exist” anymore.
However, the upper part dragging itself out of the rubbles, was a completely unrelated of the body’s death just now.
I have to give my kudos for the toughness.
“… What was that?”
He squirms in the pool of his own blood on damp sounds.
Will it be restored? I think it will.
I see, he’s quick on the draw.
If regeneration or resurrection are out of the question, he can make up for it by creating a completely new part. A pretty vampire-like reasoning. With just a few minutes, surely a new lower-part would be created to make it up.
I walk past the rubble stopping before that.
“---Shi…ki”
It roses its face to gaze at me.
His eyes were so laden with hate that it was like his eyeballs gonna pop out its face.
“You monster… Monster, monster monster…!”
A voice shaped from hatred and resentment.
Its lower body grows quickly.
The blood that had been gushing into the rubble is sucked back into its body like a returning film strip.
“Which of us?”
I hold out my right hand as I let out my feelings.
Its point is a little right of its heart.
I stab it with my knife.
It's like pierce a sheet of paper. A feeling of death completely dull/with nothing especial at all.
After that, it raised out its voice slightly.
A man who imperfectly experienced death several times.
I know how this is more than anyone else.
“There’s nothing to be scared of, that’s routine for you. Only one thing is different now.”
“--- This time, you won’t come back.”
Originally Posted by Comun
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