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[h1][center][color=FF00FF]A discussion between the selves[/color][/center][/h1]
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As the night quieted down, the mind of a certain boy only grew more restless. Sleep was not an option, not with a headache raging through his cranium. He had killed a man. It felt good, he felt strong, yet the guilt of murder soon overshadowed any sense of triumph. Now, all he could do was drown in his own thoughts. There was not a person to talk to. Nobody truly considered him a person worth caring about, and the one that did… He had felt hope when people had traveled all the way to Escheran’s hell, only to find out it was not for him. Among them was the person he had looked up to for over a year, who went so far out of his way for a person he had met only a month prior, but not for him. 

[color=ff4dff]”If only you were [i]actually[/i] likable, people would care.”[/color] A silhouette passed by the corner of his eye, only to reveal it was a mirror image of himself. The only difference was his expression, it was one of smug glee. [color=ff4dff]”You went through so much pain and dragged your sorry excuse for a soul out of the afterlife.”[/color] The image paused. [color=ff4dff]”For what? You were able to be accepted into heaven after all that and you decided to come back?”[/color] Fiske stared at his own reflection. [color=FF00FF]”For the ones that consider me their friend. I couldn’t die so abruptly.”[/color] 

[color=ff4dff]”Friends? What friends? The ones that throw you to the wolves whenever they please.”[/color] [color=598527]”You can kill him.”[/color] [color=ff4dff]”Does that sound like a person that [i]truly[/i] cares for you?”[/color] The boy could only put his hand into a fist. [color=FF00FF]”She… must have had her reasoning for saying that. Besides, I was the one that caused her tethering to spread through it.”[/color] The image became frustrated, tugging his hair. [color=ff4dff]”It was her idea! She demanded you to take a life. Someone had to mess with your mind to get out of that!”[/color] The image scoffed. [color=ff4dff]”Being bound to those wheels is the least she could do to repent.”[/color] 

[color=FF00FF]”But I am thankful for all she has done for me.”[/color] The image began to thrash around. [color=ff4dff]”She almost sent you into an early grave! She is just like your sis! Someone who does not care for others.”[/color] A hand appeared on the image’s shoulder as another reflection made their entrance. [color=b300b3]”While I don’t agree with his wording, there is some truth in it.”[/color] The second image seemed more collected, and less emotional in their entire bearing. [color=FF00FF]”And what am I supposed to do with all of that?”[/color] The second image smiled in a rather deadpan manner. [color=b300b3]”That is a good question…[/color] [color=ff4dff]What[/color] [color=b300b3]will[/color] [color=ff4dff]you[/color] [color=b300b3]do?”[/color]

Fiske stared at his own two images. [color=FF00FF]”I guess just trekking along whilst upholding my ideals, even if most of [i]them[/i] don’t agree with them.”[/color] The first image sighed. [color=ff4dff]”Continue being such a pansy about killing will only end up with your own death. Misfortune follows where you set foot as if you’re closer to Lady Misfortune than that one-legged donkey is..”[/color] The second image began to relent their stern look as they snorted. [color=b300b3]”Now, wouldn’t that be something. If only of your many masks turns out to be the goddess revered by the Yasoi.”[/color]

[color=FF00FF]”I try to answer seriously and you guys go taking the piss. First of all, I am a guy.”[/color] [color=ff4dff]”Hasn’t stopped you from being a queen… or a courtesan”[/color] that caused the main Fiske to pause, letting his point fall. [color=FF00FF]”Fair enough… But there is no way the world would play such a cruel joke. For the boy who’s sister has been so closed off in their attention to demons to have such divinity.”[/color] 

[color=b300b3]”But they would revere you. People would care about you.”[/color] The first image grabbed a saw from… thin air. [color=ff4dff]”All we gotta do is cut a leg and put you in a dress again.”[/color] The second image began to think. [color=b300b3]”Which leg represents which again?”[/color] [color=ff4dff]”Oooh, good question. Maybe we just flip a coin.”[/color] such an alliance from the reflections caused the boy to jump up. [color=FF00FF]”Let’s not do that!.. As much as I like pissing of that woman.. I don’t want to mutilate myself.”[/color] The first image let the saw fade with a rather disappointed look on his face. 

[color=b300b3]”But it could be a goal to keep in mind. Setting such lofty goals would be the best for you as you are now.”[/color] The boy shook his head. [color=FF00FF]”I do like hard goals but this one is impossible.”[/color] the second image blinked. [color=b300b3]”You came out of Escheran’s hell not too long ago and you’re calling tricking the divine above your paygrade?”[/color] 

[color=FF00FF]”I guess if you put it like that I can give it a try.”[/color] 
Such a statement got the first image eager enough to re-conjure the saw.

[color=FF00FF]”No.”[/color]
[color=b300b3]”No.”[/color]
They stated in unison.

[color=ff4dff]”Awww…”[/color] and gone was the saw once more.