Another fragment written, another fragment put out into the world. That’s all he ever did up until his final days. Until his last dying breath. Tohya wasn’t sure where he would go but now, in the meta world...
It was a strange thing. To see the truth, the game boards, the forgeries... To see his previous self as a Sorcerer just as he’d written. He had spoken with a Featherine, who he knew to be Ikuko. She stated that as writers, they were both at the level of Creator. One of the most powerful witches to ever exist.
It was funny, he never thought that he would end up here, in his 50s no less. At least he could spend the rest of eternity with Featherine. And his previous self could spend his life with Beatrice just as that part of his heart had wanted from the start. He felt sad about it all, as if that was a distant memory. A distant dream. But here it was, as real as could be.
He didn’t want to speak to his former self, so he turned on his heel and walked away. Felt good to actually walk away. He knew “Battler” wanted to stop him, holding a hand out behind him as if to say “Wait!” He wasn’t going to. He never will.
Not for a while. Not until he can soothe his heart.
