He needs a moment, and finds it in the strange little figure’s gestures that tell a horrendous story. He’s stuck in the silence of it, as he thinks, and thinks, and thinks again. How he isn’t much better. He waits for the story to finish before he begins drawing in the dirt. Seven circles, each with a different symbol.
“In my world, I am a tyrant, a conqueror of worlds. I go, I conquer, I consume. I made seven of my own, all designed to be weapons. My Disaster Masters. Splash, Noise, Mute, Rose, Quake, Mist, Glitch.” He gestures at each with their respective title. Hesitantly, his hand goes to Mist’s symbol, and his clawed hands drag through the circle until it is just a mess of dirt.
“He found out something, something I meant to keep secret. He was angry about it, rightfully so, but I could not let anyone learn what he had. He floats in the ruins of a dead city, broken, the skies forever clouded with rain.”
...they listened, though their face betrayed nothing, even as they watched the one circle being scratched out into a mess of dirt. A secret that no one else could find out about, he claimed? Something that this Mist person had rightfully been angry over?
[A secret. Like my existence was supposed to be a secret. We weren’t supposed to leave. We weren’t supposed to escape. The kingdom was never supposed to see the extent of how many of us rejects there were.]
They turned back upwards towards him from where they had been staring at the dirt.
[Do you know what happened to that kingdom? I didn’t get to see all of it, but from what I did see... it was dying. By the time I died as well, I’m sure it was all but gone entirely. I saw the memorial to my sibling, once, down in the city where it rained. They were described as a sacrifice.]
[Do you think a tool can be sacrificed? Do you think it was a sacrifice if it forced upon them before they were born? You looked angry to learn of my tale, and yet... I suppose my only advice is to enjoy your power while you have it.]
Their empty, silent, void-filled gaze felt ages older than the child they usually seemed to be as they added one last line.
