No pity, no remorse
I opened my eyes.
I was under Enira's lap.
She was fully healed.
The soldiers were still standing by.
While the girl in white armor was pretty busted up, barely standing. But she was standing regardless. And she had more weapons- guns- now.
"So, which one are you?" Enira asked.
I smiled. "I'm me."
And I was whole again.
I could feel the shadow within me, and I could feel the liquid darkness within me as well. I could feel them and I could feel their wishes, their dreams, their ideals… their sadness: We were one.
And yet, I didn't really feel that different.
This felt nostalgic. It was almost as though we were meant to be together. 'Oh wait, we were one…'
I guess we were more alike than I thought we were.
And I was kind of stupid across the board.
"What's she waiting for?" I said.