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“I don’t care what you did, or what you were. I just don’t like feeling pain. Looking at you, looking at anyone, I can feel traces. I already know just by being around, just by looking, I don’t want to know more, I don’t want to see everything. Although when I think about it, there’s more than just whatever is around that bracelet. It makes me think of bad things, that and you, but you also have this like… glow around you that’s… really bright, it’s amazing in a way. You’re very bright with white. I’ve never seen anything like it before. You don’t feel… normal, as obvious as it is. But whatever.” [/color]

He came to a stop and took out his phone, letting out a [color=a187be]“Tch”[/color] as the display lit up to show that its battery was dwindling. [color=a187be]“Leaving that aside, I know people better than most others in a way. I see what’s happened, what they remember the most in terms of pain, and I feel it, I feel that pain, I see blurred memories of what happened when I touch them.[/color]

 Pain, He was used to it by now, He could tolerate it, he still hated it, hated it deeply. The sensation of pain is bad enough, but it was something that was just a given, something he accepted. No, it was what came with the pain, the knowledge, the hardships that others had lurking and brewing under the surface that tormented them, whether they were ongoing or painted their existence as a past they could never forget. 

When was the last time he could feel that he felt a pain that was his? Was there a difference at this point? He was just someone who felt it, there was no room for a person who received the pain of others to feel his own. It was already overwhelming as it was, if he felt more, if he felt his, if he could put his own name to it and paint himself with those scars himself…

Would it be something that breaks him? Or maybe the pain that one owned for themselves only was something small compared to the samples of dozens of others. Yes, whatever pain he felt was no doubt small, inconsequential and stupid in comparison. A single person could not weigh themselves against the world, against civilization or the masses. To care about his own pain and hardships if he had any seemed just like the course of a crybaby.

Yeah, whatever he would feel, if he felt anything deep like that would just be a droplet in an ocean.

The thought was frightening.

[color=a187be]"...What did you do anyway?"[/color]

Toshi nodded along to Berserker's explanations of their situation and the rather, less than stellar standing that they had. A sigh came from him, along with a shrug. Well, it wasn't like he was told ahead of time about this. There's no point in studying for a test in a course that you didn't even know existed, you couldn't be held accountable for not knowing the answers. Still, he was in it now, so whether he knew or not, that'd come to bite him in the end.


[color=a187be]“Ah, I see. So that’s how the relation works. So servants need masters to be around? This world? Do you come from another one or something?”[/color] He suddenly whipped his head up and with a wry grin snapped his thumb in an accentuated motion that led to him flinging out his index finger to point at him “Are you an alien or ghost or something?” He let out a bit of a giggle before returning to walking down the road.

[color=a187be]“Well, so these other masters have things like me, right? Do you know what sort of things those tend to be? What are these masters called otherwise? Or are people with weird things called masters in general? Otherwise who organizes this thing anyway?”[/color] With a frown Toshi shoved his phone into Berserker’s face [color=a187be]“If you had some number or rulebook, for contacting whoever was in charge of this thing this’d be a lot less confusing, or at least it’d feel a bit less nebulous. I don’t have a reason to not believe you but there’s nothing that really makes it feel like there’s a sense of joining some sort of secret conflict. There’s no whistle at the start of the race, no quest accepted jingle or anything like that.”[/color]

He pulled it away.

[color=a187be]“Well, that’s how it is, I guess real life is rather quiet compared to sports events, classes, public events or games. I guess if we got nothing we can just go back. If you don’t want to eat on top of not needing to eat that makes it easier for me, but I got enough servings of frozen stuff back home to last us two for a bit.”[/color]

He pocketed the phone again and walked in silence for a time. His head lowered, his back hunched over and his gait became a bit more rigid, a bit tighter. 

[color=a187be]“Well, otherwise do we just wait for them to come to us? Or do we just wander around until they find us and challenge us to a duel like it’s a bunch of trainers with monsters running around? Ah, if that’s the case I should start carrying around my lunch money as something to give if we lose.”[/color] He let out a bit of a laugh that petered off into the night. [color=a187be] “Well, don’t worry.” he said after taking a sharp, refreshing breath. Suddenly he seemed to relax, even coming to have a smile. “If I’m doing this weird thing, I’ll be doing it to win, don’t worry, Berserker. I’m serious.”[/color]