I??????n??????c?????i????????n????e????r??????a???????t???????i???????o????n????????? bursts out of my body and forces mother– Rignette to go away. Clasping tightly to her sword for… any sense of security.
“Ray? Ray- what–”
The flames raged into the ceiling, beginning to melt and ravage even at the heat-resistant walls.
Seeing this, she had no choice but to accept reality.
“Everyone!” Rignette shouted as loud as she could, “Run as far as you can! Hurry before–”
White incendiary arms burst from my small, tiny body. They crush bone and extend muscle, rushing all the way to every single visitor―yet rather than burn them. I thought about testing something.
Notably enough, all I did was hold an open palm, one for every single spectator and guard present―except for mother.
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It was different for everyone, different for the man right next to him, different to the red-maned heroic knight who proudly resisted the hands. And of course, it was different to him, to Mathers.
He saw not hands, but a snapshot of his most precious times, the best of his life…
“Aah…” He felt it, he felt tears leave his eyes. “. . . Fiore, my love.”
“Mathers?” His commander, Rignette, spoke to him. “What do you mean? What are you doing?”
“You’re as beautiful as the day I buried you…” Mathers said to no one.
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“Hey! Don’t be absurd, we just talked to her earlier―”
He didn’t need his hearing, nor his smells, nor his eyes, nor his lips, nor his nose, nor his chin, nor his neck, nor his shoulders, nor his torso, nor his legs, nor his feet, nor his hands. If all he’ll do with it is obey Rignette, and follow orders. He wasn’t a soldier? He’s a family man, someone who would raise a wonderful life with Fiore!
So he did what he had to, he stopped using all those silly things for others, and dedicated all of that only to Fiore.
Only to Fiore . . . who was right there, right in front of him. He walked forward, reaching his hand out to her―and he pushed in. Returning to that time from so long ago…..
. . . . . . . . . This chill, the creaks caused by the blizzard outside. Aah, this was before he left for Richter City, before he became a True Blythe knight.
“Matt?”
“. . .”
He missed this, he missed everything about her… that songlike voice, the lightbearer warming his life.
“I missed you…” Mathers said. “You’ve no idea…”
“. . . Really?”
She’s always so understanding, even now, instead of questioning him she would hold out her hand and caress his tear-stained cheeks.
“Sounds like you’ve been through a lot.”
Her melodic voice was like a lullaby, warming his face, his body, his legs, and his chest. Everything is warm, right, and loving…
“It’s okay, I’ve got this! A cheap little joke always cheers you up, yes?”
Really . . . she’s just so perfect.
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Rignette had no words, none at all. Did her daughter hate her this much? Did she despise her so . . . ah, what right does she have to ask? No, this is her punishment. There’s nothing left for her to do.
All she could, was to fall down on her knees, as the flames overwrote how people thought they lived their lives . . . watching as the last of her friends, Mathers included, marched towards the I??????n??????c?????i????????n????e????r??????a???????t???????i???????o????n????????? ― and all the while smiling, making faces as if they were falling in love for the first time, all over again. ―What a shit mother she was, Rignette sincerely thought.