>>5182996>>5183208>>5183210You nod the stern man's words only adding more weight to your already thinly stretched mind. Over a hundred years had passed since that day, you felt like you had slept through all of them and yet still awoke exhausted. The endless age within the dark does nothing to soothe you. "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind but it's pretty late. I should be going…" You speak, taking a step back and falling out of line with the man. His eyes are focused on his son, but he gives you a faint gesture. His words see you off. "The Mountains of Man, By Kolmogorov Nikitin. It'll give you a better idea of what type of man the Half Soul was and the age he lived through and died ending." You appreciate his words, a few scraps of understanding hopefully leading you to more answers. You head back towards your quarters, the midnight misadventure making each step a struggle.
Your feet were bleeding again, the painful wet ripping slowed your journey even further. Your legs were trembling as you meandered back to your bed. The sterile hallway was freezing, the last threads of strength being stripped bare by it. You needed a break, resting against a small cabinet you were alone in the hallways. The dim lights made your eyes strain to see anything, but you spotted movement. At first you thought
<span class="mu-r">She</span> had returned. However the feminine figure was tall, her feet meeting the ground and ringing out as she strode closer. You hoped whoever it was wouldn't notice you, it was getting harder to breathe. But against your wishes the figure came to halt, standing over you.
You suck air in through your teeth, as your sight begins to spin. The world is becoming colder, the grey shifting to white. You return to that bloody storm, tears fall through the sky freezing into intricate and individual designs. One touches your flesh and fades. Were you just as special? Formed and gone before anyone could remember. The storm grows dark, a face appearing through the veil.
<span class="mu-r">She</span> didn't appear, slim and unrestrained features found you instead. The Girl. Another Pilot. Haruki. You were lost within the depths of her eyes, leaning closer to peer into the very soul of the being before you. She leant back, hesitating under your wild gaze as shock spread across her veneer. But you wanted to see beyond, through the veil.
