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The Least Common Denominator LIII.III Radian
I spoke too soon. "What do you mean you loved my mother?!" "It's exactly that, Sweetie~ I don't mince my words for smart people. Especially you~" It doesn't make any damn sense! Why would that equate to loving me?! And on top of that, if she loved Mother, then why the fuck would she try to kill her?! "Then why did you kill her then?!" I shouted at the top of my voice, my face getting hotter the longer this farce of a discussion went on. "If you loved Mother, then why did you execute her and laughed it up as you did it?!" "I already told my reasons, Crimson~" the blue-bitch cooed, but I could tell that her earlier mirth was gone. "I couldn't simply disobey orders. And my idiot of a brother would tattle on me as soon as I turned on him~"
The Least Common Denominator LIV.I Trajectory
The lesson of forgiveness was something I've been constantly coming across ever since I started my journey as a media consumer. In the old world, stories of revenge and forgiveness were a nonstop slog of crying, hatred, and the inevitable conclusion of burying a part of yourself to do the final act of vindication. While I, myself, never really subscribed to such beliefs, I do agree that the act of revenge was something that could irrevocably change a person depending on the retribution they wished to enact on those that wronged them. The constant burning desire for revenge was something that was just liable to make you burn some bridges among other things that you might've cared about.Then again, I did subscribe to such a belief back when my parents got brutally murdered in front of me.
The Least Common Denominator LIV.II Trajectory
With a practiced swing, I delivered a sideways slash towards Arya. With the former Prime still sitting on her chair made of water, her body profile was still long as it was taller. Even if I didn't hit, I would still clip her water chair or even possibly nick her if she didn't even bother to move.My blade flew true towards my target; my attack soaring through the air with a whistle as it hurtled towards the still relaxing Prime that wouldn't even bother to move away. Was she seriously not gonna do anything? Was she pulling another 'stab me to death' stunt again? I had a small inkling that she was partly suicidal, but I never thought she would be this brazen about it!Without even thinking it, I found myself slowing my blade just a tad bit just to-"Don't hesitate, Sweetie~"What?*SPLASH!*<
The Least Common Denominator LIV.III Trajectory
Never in my professional career had I seen someone smile away at a fatal wound in their chest. Granted, Arya wasn't the picture-perfect image of mental stability, and I did cause the wound in the first place, but holy shit was it jarring to look at the mangled heap of glistening flesh that was the apparent wound sticking out of the older woman's chest.And to think that she just said that her heart hadn't fully healed somehow?!"E-explain," I found myself stuttering as I resisted the urge to go right up to her chest and examine the wound."Weelll... I'm pretty sure I haven't had a pulse since you stabbed me~" the bluenette casually reminisced, a finger on her cheek as she seemingly looked up the ceiling. "And the only reason I'm alive is because I'm manually controlling the liquids inside my body~"...If my jaw wasn't o
The Least Common Denominator LIV.IV Trajectory
"You know you can always touch me, right?~"Ignoring my patient's flirtatious actions, I honed in on the jarring gash that was adorning the center of her chest. It wasn't really the best place for it, but it wasn't like I had any other choice other than to let the thought of not doing something about it fester in my head. As much as I wouldn't like to admit it, my sensibilities as a healthcare professional still had some sway over my plebian personality."Shut up and let me work."Looking at the wound in much closer detail, the earlier glance didn't do the damn thing justice in showing just how fucked it was from a medical standpoint. Despite being years old, the gash still looked like it was made just yesterday; with bits of flesh still glistening with visceral fluid as it hovered on the outskirts of the not-so-small incision still present in her
The Least Common Denominator LIV.V Trajectory
I don't even know how I'm supposed to begin.In spite of the poor lighting, Arya's ruined anatomy was painfully clear for me to see. A hollow cavity greeted me as opposed to something that might even be classified as heart muscle; a pool of blood flowing in an orderly cyclone in the middle of all the empty mess. I had told her to stop circulation at all toward her heart, but I guess this was still technically correct, in a sense."S-sis..." Livia whispered. "How...""I don't know either," I shook my head as I inferred her question. "It's exactly as she said; she's manually circulating her blood throughout her body."It was a marvel to look at, to be quite honest. With Arya's heart having been reduced to a shred of its former self, blood predictably pooled into the cavity that once occupied the vital organ. Such a thing
The Least Common Denominator The State of Affairs IV
Complacency was something of a hidden trap. While it was always recommended to relax and take a break every once in a while, indulging in such things too much would lead to a gradual deterioration of both motivation and skill. Vigilance was also an issue among these things. Taking breaks due to complacency would inevitably make you prone to mistakes that you otherwise wouldn't have made. Overconfidence was always just around the corner after all, and one slip up due to a false sense of security was just screaming for an incident waiting to happen. Then again, I was just spouting these thoughts out my ass to justify the nervous itch in me to be constantly prepared. "Do we really need to involve ourselves in this, Sis?" I winced as my sister voiced her incredibly valid thought against my own insanity. We were all sitting in
The Least Common Denominator LV.I Accuracy
In a world where I'm still not sure what my role truly is, I'd guess that time was the most important thing that I still had in spades. Well, I say that, but I highly doubt that it wouldn't change in the near future so long as we let the world go around and move forward. In retrospect, it was kind of a bad idea to not even move away from our humble safehouse despite it being located so damn near to an admittedly poorly maintained road.Then again, it might just be my paranoia talking since we've been here for about a year without being disturbed.If I was gauging my own body clock properly, I'd say I was about twenty years old now. My previously short hair had once again grown back to being flowy, back-length crimson locks, and my body had only grown stronger from the constant training alongside Arya and my sister. I never grew in all the places that I used to have more volume
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