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…?'
