And as the days pass by and by... don't you... find yourself coughing up bits of blood every now and then...? Doesn't it hurt...? Doesn't it... fill you with a sense of loneliness...? Knowing that... with Iruma-kun being a human... he'll either be eaten... or die much sooner than you... And Sullivan-sama is also getting older and older... Soon... you'll be left alone... without a purpose to live for... Isn't it... sad? The SD Opera... with no one to give their care to...
[Opera wakes up much too early to the uncomfortable and painful sensation of not being able to breathe. They weakly sit up and cough into a handkerchief they've began keeping by their bedside and pat their chest firmly.]
[Once the coughing fit passes, they check the clock, it's still 3 am. They look down on their lap at the handkerchief stained with blood, thinking...]
[Bright and selfless, constantly growing Iruma. Iruma, who so enthusiastically ate everything on his plate and then asked for more. Someone so fragile, yet so incredibly strong.]
[Fragile... Iruma grew every single day. He had come so far since arriving to the Netherworld. Strong he may be, but he was human. And he would fade, right under Opera's very eyes. A few decades would go by in the blink of an eye. Or worse, if he slipped up he would be gone far too early, just like that... Gobbled up by some demon without a hint of self control. There would be nothing that Opera could do.]
[It was a terrifying thought. Opera tried to close their eyes and lay down. Another thought invaded it's way into the front of their mind.]
[Sullivan. Their benevolent master who had been nothing but good to them their whole life. They had been a difficult child, yet Master Sullivan had endured through all of it and had allowed Opera to learn and grow and serve.]
[Yet... Their heart ached with a pain they rarely allowed themselves to feel. Sullivan was getting older too. Over the years he had started complaining about aches and pains more and more.]
[They knew that an inevitable day would come. They tried to ignore it, but it may be sooner than they thought... This is what their head told them. What if they woke up in the morning and Lord Sullivan didn't? For once, they had no idea how they would act. All they could do was hope.]
[Eventually, the thoughts lulled them to sleep, only to have unpleasant dreams.]
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