A Talk.
[Ace POV],
A series of thoughts flashed through my mind as Emma and I slowly made our way up to the surface, lighting up the dark surroundings with our respective elents.
One was why the bronze door was there in the first place and why it didn't disappear even after we cleared the dungeon.
Another was why we couldn't see what was beyond the bronze door until we'd cleared the dungeon.
Was this the way things were supposed to be or not?
Another crucial one was what the alternate dinsion beyond the door was and why it was there.
I labeled it as an alternate dinsion because that was the only accurate term for it.
But, unfortunately, there was no one to answer my questions while they were in my head, so they remained just that: questions.
As I was thinking about these things, Emma, who was silently making her way up the stairs, spoke up, jolting out of my reverie.
"What did you do before the apocalypse, Ace?" Emma inquired, and I was imdiately perplexed since I had no idea where she was headed when she talked.
Even though I was perplexed, I responded.
"life as a normal student I suppose," I answered, to which Emma nodded and spoke again.
"Do you have any hobbies?" She asked as I beca increasingly perplexed by her purpose but still responded.
"If learning about new and interesting things can be considered a hobby, then that is it," I said, to which Emma replied, "Is that so?" to which I gave no response as we both fell silent as Emma spoke again and asked a question.
"Have you ever had or do you still have a girlfriend?" She inquired.
"No," I said, adding, "that's just a distraction that will reduce the number of tis I experint," as Emma, who heard , burst out laughing.
Though it did not reflect well on her image, it did not look out of place on her and felt very genuine.
At least, this was how I felt because the Strange Emma was no longer the curious magical genius with whom I interacted.
She felt.... normal.
Only my mother, sister, Gustav, Adara, and, to my confusion, Anna and Mia had made feel this way.
To say the least, it was strange.
As I reflected on these things, I decided to ask Emma why she was asking these questions, to which she responded in an unexpected way.
"You feel sad," she said, adding, "so sad that I can sense it from your mana when you release your flas," she said as the already perplexed beca even more perplexed.
' sad? Am sad?' I began to wonder where she got this idea because I would have been happy instead if I could feel sadness.
As I was thinking this, Emma spoke again.
"I know I shouldn't say this since we barely know each other and it might co across as annoying, but I want to help you," she said, adding, "I want to get you out of that cage," she said as I interrupted her.
"You know, saying soone is caged to their face isn't sothing nice to say," I said, to which Emma responded.
"You say that, but I can't feel your anger," she said as I fell silent as several thoughts ran through my mind.
'Am I really sad?' I thought as I rembered the tis when my mother threw birthday parties for that I had no attachnt to, or when I received hugs from my mother and sister but felt nothing and even treated them as strangers once in a while.
I also rembered seeing my father for the first ti when I was younger, and the only thing he could say when he saw was what was a bastard like doing near him.
I rembered catching my mother crying alone several tis, and even though I knew it was because of my supposed father, I couldn't get angry no matter how hard I tried.
I vaguely rember being isolated by everyone around because of unusual behavior.
I recall the ti I tried to impress my teacher by correctly answering a question he had gotten wrong in front of the entire class.
I expected to feel an emotion if my teacher complinted .
Unfortunately for and my stupid decision, I instead received scorn from everyone in my class and my teacher, and I was further isolated by everyone for a few months before my mother discovered the issue. I rembered those days when my emotions slowly faded as I started seeing my family as people I could barely call my relatives, and the tis I purposely hurt myself to feel sothing that still didn't work.
'But does all of this make sad?' I thought as I felt sothing on my face and discovered it was wet when I touched it.
I started crying at so point, even though I didn't make any other movents aside from water coming out of my eyes.
Unfortunately, I was still feeling nothing.
I spoke to Emma as I wiped my tears away.
"Do whatever you want, I don't care because it wouldn't work," I said, to which Emma suddenly smiled and nodded heavily as if she had ignored the latter part of what I said.
Seeing her behavior piqued my interest, so I approached Emma and inquired.
"Why do you enjoy helping others when they did not request it and it is none of your business?" I inquired, noticing Emma's eyebrows twitch for a split second as she responded.
"I just want to help," she said as I ignored her after hearing her uninteresting response.
She can do whatever she wants; I don't mind because I've never really given up on feeling emotions.
The chances of starting to feel them normally are slim, but I do feel them occasionally, so I never gave up on feeling them.
And if I still can't feel them, I'll just go battle monsters much stronger than since it might make feel more excited.
After all, it has happened several tis since the apocalypse.
As I reflected on this and talked with Emma, we got closer to the surface when I noticed light shining through the hole that led to the stairs in the first place.
'It looks like it's still noon,' I thought as we finally reached the surface.
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