"I am not cruel to myself. I simply fail to see the beauty in a world that is so full of destruction and contradictions. I do forgive you but in return, you'll have to forget me. You've lost the right to remember my name. Still, I want you to look forward to the day we meet again. Maybe, when that day comes, I won't be so filled to the brim with hatred." ************When I regained conscious, I was being dragged away in the snow. It was the same scent, the same warmth, the same golden hair tickling my neck, as that day. Even though, I was awake, I let her drag me through the cold. She breathed heavily every time she carried her feet to the next step. The snow was piling up quite a bit. I felt a faint numbness in my body, I was completely exhausted. My mind was relaxed though, I knew we'd succeeded in coming back. As for Lubbock, I could never find myself worrying much for him. Perhaps because he seemed so strong

"How many people do you think a person can kill in one day?"That question was rather casually posed to me by the well dressed man sitting next to me. My glass of a weirdly tasting alcohol was way too warm now for me to drink it. On second thoughts, I was never planning to drink it anyway. I looked stumped, staring at my glass, when he prompted me with this unexpected question. Seeing as I was at a loss and had no idea how to answer, he chuckled."Sorry, its just a myth I've been thinking about. When a person kills a lot of people in a single day, they become a Shura, a berserker in short. I wonder if it really is true. Though no one knows how many kills it takes to become a Shura. They don't have a reason to kill, the Shura, they simply become enraptured and go on a path of carnage and destruction. I haven't seen one yet, but I'd like to, someday. Though, I don't think they'd sit down for a peaceful chat", he chuckled again, chugging his drink. "Don't soldiers kill dozens of people

"We're never going to find him.""Seraph, I swear, if you say that one more time...""Well, what else do you want me to do, Lubbock? I've even forgotten his face already. What's the guarantee he hasn't? I mean, he did leave all of a sudden. Maybe it dawned on him that I wasn't a guy worth having breakfast with. Better be left behind in the dark of night and-""Shut up!", Lubbock completely refused to listen, "If you knew what would happen, you wouldn't be saying this.""If only! Why don't you just educate me on the subject, then?"Lubbock stopped walking. We were in the middle of some really desert-like place and though we were covered from head to toe, standing idly made you feel like there was no such thing as wind there and the sun was coming down to melt you right down to the bone. "Seraph", he turned around to face me, wearing a frown, "Do you remember I told you I saw Lady crying?"Indeed, he had told me that. And I found it quite shocking. I nodded."That is my first memory of

"I don't like him", she pouted, clenching onto her little white dress."Why, Miss Rouge? Master is really kind.""Don't call him that!"They were just kids, then. And so they didn't need any reason to hate or like someone. All the more so in her case. She despised the tall young boy, that seemed far too perfect to everyone, even herself, though she wouldn't admit it. She flitted her long golden hair across her shoulder and ran off into the garden. Mer watched her strode off, there was no stopping her. "What am I going to do with her?", he muttered under his breath before going after her. He spent most of his days running after her but today was especially important. The guests she seemed to hate were very important to her grandfather. It was just the two of them, the father and son who was some years older than Mer and Rouge. Mer had found him nice to speak to, although he was the silent type. "What do you hate about him so much?"He finally found her by the fish pond. She would w

"So, what next?", I whispered to Lubbock who pretended I had said nothing. After breakfast, we were just sitting silently as Claire sipped on his warm tea that both of us had refused. He said it was something that kept him awake all day so he carried it with him wherever he went. "How long do you think it would take us to get there, Mer?", Lubbock casually imposed us on him."Hmm, well it could vary depending on the route we end up on. I'd say about a day. But that is just my conjecture. We could be wandering here for a full week should things go south", Claire didn't realize how we were suddenly his travel partners. "Ah, that would be a problem!", Lubbock exclaimed as if it was our problem."Perhaps so", saying Claire got up, "In any case, we should get moving."I was dying inside as we dragged ourselves through the barren desert till noon. Lubbock's excitement that didn't dull even a bit throughout was only getting on my nerves. On the contrary, Claire felt uplifted seeing his en