You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 461
Listening to things like these after acting silly when I shouldn’t... only to calm the fear this sudden interaction invoked, I felt my being waver at the confusion that cleared up, knowing that this was truly an end if it were the gods from Marianne’s world that were talking to me in this nothingness.
’... just now...’ — I finally came to say to the voice that seemed to have many within it. — ’You said I kept one of yours alive... is it Marianne you’re talking about?’
"... Yes... Our chosen child... you kept her alive while beside her..."
’... Does that mean that it’s not like that anymore...? D-did... did she also... die?’
"... Well aware you are child... of your situation..."
My being cried in the nothingness, shaping its sensation like a river while the quiet of those I talked to lulled its flood that followed an empty current, helplessly resigned.
’So she... she also did...?’
"... Foreign on... the destiny of your souls was to clash in death... well you foresaw, that a mesh of your souls could save both... yet your fate took you here, and us... have come before you as it is for yourself to decide."
’What..? Decide what...?’
"... A life you used to have which your soul never truly forgot what life it was... awareness of your name and past proves a soul’s longing. Yet Marianne, who your soul is concerned and sorrowful for at this space and moment is not to die... were you to answer us, Izeneya, this inquiry..."
’... what’s the question...’
"Were you to desire to continue in our Realm, living in the body of the one named Marianne Elise Sylfinnier... our dearest and chosen... the soul of the child shall vanish from existence, for two souls can no longer inhabit her carcass."
’... and what if I... decline that...?’
"... What your soul left behind where you come from... we shall grant you to learn it all... yet once time reaches the limit within our beings, your soul will rest... learning nothing more, hearing nothing more... sleep will be granted, peace will be granted to your being."
’Ah... uhm that is quite... nice of you to explain... but excuse me, I don’t want to be rude, Sirs... lords...? Uhm... yet I wasn’t interested in that... I wondered what would happen to Marianne...’ — Feeling sorry for asking this after they had nicely explained what would happen to me even though it meant I would simply cease to exist or better said I would completely die, basically... in the space we were I sensed warmth coming from the speaker, answering to me seemingly lively.
"A child who worries for another you are... both of you are... Pleasant it is, child."
’... Thank you (?)’
"Worries shall not cloud your soul’s peace child named Elizabeth... for the one of ours named Marianne is to continue breathing... restoring the force her soul once lost were you to decline..."
’oh... I see. Then, it’s decided...’ 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
"Quick you are... do tell, child..."
’... tell her I will always trust and love her...’
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Shedding tears, experiencing them as I once myself did in this body my being came to be... The eyes I possessed opened from the slumber death had placed us in.
Sorrow woke along this self’s consciousness... recalling the announcement the Gods told myself after confidently believing... my dearest friend... my one and sole comfort and support whilst disgrace chased this being I am... that never would she renounce life... for life itself... happiness she was...
— Declined she has... this life you are to lead... will you listen to her wishes? —
... trust and love... I also do... Eli... Yet naive I was as you always told... for in reluctance to lose you, I pretended ignorance of the wish you always conveyed...
’I have to live... and find happiness...’ — Myself understood as the sorrow was lived with hope, for she had taught with those little hints of knowledge the value I once could not find whilst leading this life I had once renounced to... Therefore, aware that a step forward was to be given wishing to take in the sights that surrounded me, I opened the eyes solely I controlled now... For aware myself was, that death had been prevented by my dearest friend.
A candle left to die in the dark of the room this Empire had granted the being the divines chose myself to become illuminated what could have been abysmal darkness... and close to this mattress myself laid on... two men... dear to this heart I own sat in watch of my rest. One of grey like ashes hair... and another of golden white... one for which our hearts raced in delight...
"..." — Warmth was permitted to bath this deep sorrow, as incomplete I had become in her absence, and I watched the two men... for solely one had given in to slumber, while the other, with a crown lowered and supported by clenched hands, could be discerned in the dark. Ensimismated in deep ponder and concern... frowning... while myself slowly became able to learn the mumblings that were being prayed to the gods.
"..... please, soon if not tonight my love... please... gods..."
Myself watched how his amethyst shut tightly, seemingly doing such after becoming accustomed. Opening after a deep exhalation to fall upon myself... who cried... drowned in the life my body was wining as I possessed my body wholesomely again at Eli’s absence...
"... Marianne...?"
With the sweet softness this man’s voice often spoke to caress our souls with, emptiness also governed within myself as the strength felt amiss without the soul that accompanied me for so long... and more tears I allowed myself to shed as he came closer, delicately taking my hand on his own trembling ones, as his ultramarine lost few drops of its vastness, caressing my visage... with troubled delight in his own.
"My Lady... my- my beloved Lady..." — He said with tenderness, waking the one other resting closer.
"?... ! S-...sWeeTiE?"
The sound of both provoked a marvellous wave of troubled delight in myself, and I wished it was not solely I who could experience it... for I could still recall Eli’s grief meshing with my own... hoping for these two men to come wash away the despair we had fallen into at the hands of my own blood.
