THEY SAID HE WAS ‘DEATH’. physical embodiment of the thirteenth arcana; the one who would usher the maternal being into this world, and bring all to ruin. for too long, now, his memories had been fleeting, slipping from him the way sand might slip through one’s fingers ----- but with the reunion of his twelve missing parts, and his confrontation with the one that had sealed him away in the first place, it’d all come flooding back to him. alongside an almost crippling sense of remorse. the looks upon the faces of each and every member of s.e.e.s. ( his classmates, his friends! ) as they regarded him post-realization, hearing truth fall from his lips and reeling in shock, were nothing if not painful for him to register. the fear that caused their mortal forms to quake as they came to better understand the fall ----- his fall ----- did not go unfelt by him. he did not want them to suffer. he did not want them to suffer. and yet, they were insistent. they needed time. time to think, to reflect, to come to a decision upon their own terms. thus, four weeks did he grant them. he’d return on new year’s eve, he said, and by then, they’d need to be prepared.
they dispersed accordingly, single-file, leaving the command room to occupy the dorm’s other spaces. it’s not until the room’s final occupant moves to leave that he stands, that he raises his voice again ----- a calling-out, as it were, so as to grab her attention. she who had lived with death dwelling within her. if he does not tell her that he’s sorry for what mess he’s created, he will regret it. and so: “ minako ------ wait. please. “ // @stultiiudicii!
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