Cheerful laughter echoed through my room in the penthouse suite of the Arizona Biltmore Hotel. After not hearing from them for the past few days, I couldn't help but laugh with the Sirens.
Ever since I had that strange dream, my mind had constantly drifted to their well-being. Maybe it was because I could relate to the lone warriors that I began to hope I wouldn't end up the sa way.
Despite a thousand questions I wanted to ask the girls, I didn't. Any of them would not only spoil the mood, but complicate the situation.
Why were you all in Japan?
Why did you kill all those people?
Why didn't anyone tell there were undead in Liv's ho?
Why did you go to war with Trinity?
Why did you all lie to about what you were going to do?
Why wasn't Aki with you?
I refused to believe that these girls would betray . But I couldn't find a good reason for their actions. My mind and my heart were in conflict regarding the subject.
While the other Phantoms could be considered my allies, I already knew in my heart that the Sirens were special.
It wasn't because they were beautiful, nor because they were powerful.
'It was simply because they believed in ,' I repeated in my mind.
When I had nothing to offer.
When all my promises seed like lies.
They all chose to follow .
Logically, their actions didn't make sense. Even the brief monts I spent with them were no guarantee, yet they were willing to die for .
'A life for a life.'
Until our trust was broken, as they had for , I would continue to believe in them. I would not ask and wait for them to tell .
If they decided to go against the world, and everyone ca after them, then I would choose to take on the entire human race.
Humans, undead, reapers, even Revenants.
They are mine.
"Just try to take them from ." I reluctantly let slip.
[Darling? What did you just say?]
"Ah, sorry. That was nothing, Jo."
[Anyway, like I was saying Honey...]
I spent the next hour chatting amiably with the girls. The topics were mundane, like what they ate, what sights they saw and what they were going to do next.
The stories they shared were lighthearted and entertaining.
Eventually they asked in earnest about my first night in Hellsgate.
I began in order, starting with my defense of the lonely house.
[Such tenacity! Amazing John! You fight like a Northerner!]
[Honey, try to stop blowing yourself up, okay?]
When I told them about Jack Moses.
[Darling, that is so sad.]
[I had the pleasure of fighting with him once, he was a proud warrior indeed].
About Joshua and his wife.
[Husband, Angela needs to learn so manners.]
[That slag is fucking crazy!]
Isolde's story followed, of course.
[Such a powerful tale, there are no dragons in the North, so I never knew of their bravery.]
[Honey, how big were her boobs?]
Then I told the rescue of Mike and Santiago.
[Darling, these Saviors sound like they need a good beating]
[Dear, with Scott, Joshua, his wife, and the two you rescued, you already have enough to register a basic squad. It takes five squads to form an army. You are doing great!]
As I spoke emotionally about Krishna, the Slayer, and the Yuddha Rakshas.
[Husband, do not bla yourself. You did all you could].
[Wombat, let's kill him.]
And finally, my battle with Dominic.
[Bella.]
[I know. They won't get away with this.]
Sohow it was therapeutic to share my experiences.
At first I did it just to contribute to the conversation, but when I got to the stories of Isolde and Krishna, emotions I had been holding in spilled out.
The Sirens didn't laugh or mock . Instead, they all gave encouragent and comfort.
They laughed and cheered at my victories, and they shared with the sorrows of my failures. My conversations with them sohow freed from the guilt and emotional baggage that I had been carrying around with .
Unconsciously, I had already begun to use them as an emotional crutch.
No amount of willpower could keep going forever. And fortunately, after my first night, I had a support group for my ntal well-being.
Seeing how angry they were with the Saviors ward my heart.
It spoke volus about how much they appreciated .
It was both endearing and flattering at the sa ti. Such beautiful won valued enough to get emotional over .
Although I found their reactions adorable and amusing, I was not going to let them get involved in the Seeker War. That was mine alone.
If they joined, I would only be worried about them.
Even though I knew how powerful they were, my own arrogance wanted to keep them safe, away from danger. Taking out the undead was one thing, but fighting the Reapers was another.
Logically, I should have sought all the help I could get, but my path was never one of logic. For my own peace of mind, I would do whatever I wanted. And right now, I wanted to keep them out of harm's way.
To beco a Revenant, I had to push myself to the limit, but that was only for myself. I will not let anyone die for my sake.
Because of this thought, I happily spent ti with the Sirens. They eventually ca out and even allowed to watch them get dressed. Our relationship was definitely no longer that of friends.
They knew it as well as I did.
'I wonder when the change started?'
It was only when Aira made aware of it that I finally noticed the ti.
[My Lord, it is now 7:30 p.m., it would be wise to grab a bite to eat. You may continue talking to your lovers in Hellsgate.]
But for so reason, Aira decided to speak audibly. And her voice did not go unnoticed.
[Honey, who was that?]
[Darling, don't tell you have another wife?]
[Husband, stop cheating on .]
Originally, I would have found their ddleso tendencies annoying, but now?
I found it adorable instead.
Sohow, even though we only spent a few hours together, I felt a great affection for the girls. It was as if I had spent a lifeti with each of the Sirens.
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