I awaken in the same domain where gravity bends unnaturally. Red roses surround me, and in the middle sits Nytheria.
“Are you done holding back?” she asks.
Silence stretches.
I don’t answer.
“That’s a no, I suppose,” she says.
Silence stretches again.
“Zero, do you want the truth of your existence? Why you exist?” she asks.
I don’t answer. My breath hitches.
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“I’ll be honest with you.” She stands, darkness bending around her. “Have you ever wondered why you’re always alone?”
She circles me.
“It’s because you’re a half-breed. Human enough to feel, other enough to be discarded.”
“You’re lying.” The words scrape my throat.
“I assure you, I am not,” she replies calmly. “Don’t you find it odd how you never fit in, no matter how hard you try? How they treated you did you forget?”
I take a slight step back.
“Humans only care about those who benefit them. It’s basic human nature; they are all selfish.” She continues, “So when you don’t benefit them, do you expect them to care? To nurture you?”
My breathing quickens.
“Stop talking.”
“There’s a reason every bond you’ve made ends the same way, again and again,” she presses on. “It’s because you’re nothing but a burden.”
Maybe she’s right about something… I am a burden.
Silence passes between us.
“Hurts, doesn’t it? Knowing that in your whole life, you’ll never find a single person who sees you as something other than a weapon,” she says calmly.
“You don’t know that… the universe doesn’t even know I exist.”
“Yes, that’s true, but… your existence is cursed. Fate really has it out for you.” She continues, “Your whole life has been nothing but neglect, pain, solitude. It’s depressing, isn’t it?”
I finally meet her gaze head-on.
“Someone will have to take responsibility for what you’ve become.”
Silence stretches between us.
“And that someone is?” I ask.
“That’s
for you to figure out,” she replies.
“You may leave.”
She disappears
