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Late at night. I suddenly woke up.

I don't know, very heavy head.

Lynn is... sleeping well.

Unlike me, who just runs through the labyrinth every day like Lynn instructed, Lynn does everything, including delivery, mapping and even managing schedules.

Though she's good at using her head, Lynn must be tired, too.

I get out of bed without making a sound because it's bad when I wake you up, and I head straight to the veranda.

It seems small for a large room, but still hands on a large veranda column, looking down at the city light that doesn't sleep.

There is a cool breeze.

I wanted to hit the night breeze.

And I wanted to see the sky blurry.

Looking at the sky like this reminds me of the old days.

Far, far... faded memories.

Before I met Lynn, I had a vain memory.

My memory, in fact, is very sparse and lacks precision.

It was very recently that I realized that.

Has it been since I fought Aria the Red Wolf? Every time I talk to Lynn, I've been reminded of memories I don't remember.

Particularly memorable are memories of when I was little and around 15 years old.

Among other things, I recently remembered the memory of when I was little.

That, in my memory, should also be called my origin.

It was a memory from a while before I met Lynn to when Lynn and I really got along.

I used to laugh a lot, I was a curious kid.

With that said, I might lean my neck just saying that everyone can't believe it.

If, among other things, I was only three to fifteen years old, you would never believe me.

I thought you told me Toka changed you a while ago.

Now, a little while ago, and when I was little.

It seems to me that I have changed like someone else to the point where I often think that this is where differences come from.

Even more so now, my body is not like others.

Something in human form. As tighter as they say so, the making of my body is human apart.

Physical abilities, reflex nerves, and five sensory acuteness.

I've always lived with it somehow contained.

Ever since I broke your mother for the first time.

For a long time, I liked to break things.

Try to pull it off or slap it with your toys powered.

Crushing bugs or something.

Let the building blocks shake, and the sawdust fills your hands with blood.

I had already had that much power since childhood, and it had stripped my fangs around me as a gentle destructive impulse.

That's why I spent so much time trying to break even my heart.

Your father and mother didn't get angry, though they would have looked at me like that and worried about me.

For both of us, our first child. They didn't know how much was in the "normal kids" range.

My acts of sabotage had even started on appliances by the time I got up to the age of two, but fortunately they still didn't extend out of the house.

Including that, I think the two of you kept your eyes on me in silence.

And accidents happen.

Yes, that was the first day I went out with all three of my parents in a long time.

I'm happy to be out with my favorite parents. Have fun.

Unexpectedly grip the hand connected to your mother.

Along with the sound of something breaking, the raw warm liquid bounced off.

That's a very beautiful red color, with a very warm liquid.

I didn't need time to realize that was the blood splashed out of my mother's hand that had crushed me.

The noise of an ambulance and the hustle and bustle over a sudden catastrophe were impressive with a mother nodding in pain and a father rushing over.

Scary. That was the first time I felt that way since I was born.

That my power is what destroys my loved ones… enough to realize that my power is already beyond the realm of men.

For the first time at that time, I understood how stupid and horrible it was to destroy things as a young man.

Since that accident, I've stopped breaking things.

Because I don't know what to break anymore.

Each thing that matters to a person is different.

'Cause I noticed that fact with all due respect.

And most importantly, I couldn't help but be afraid to destroy my loved ones... this is what I thought when I was young.

"If you don't touch anything, it won't break," he said.

If the power was under control, it might not have reached extreme thought so far.

But I wasn't an adult enough to control my powers.

Then I closed my interest in the world itself.

Curiosity is gone.

Abandoned my desire.

No meals, no water supply, unless given.

Except for the only sleep, I threw away something called free will.

Look at me like that, I don't know what your father and mother thought.

But the two of them were pouring love on me like that.

He still loved my daughter, who looked so sad and turned her into an unspeakable doll.

Still, because I refused, there was no contact between me and my parents.

We love each other, but therefore a distorted parent-child relationship has arisen between us.

About two and six months after birth.

That was the most humane period I had ever spent before I became a doll.

Then six months. In the period I spent doing nothing, my emotions had stopped altogether.

Growth was on. Abominable, but stronger physical abilities.

Still, my heart was freezing cold everywhere.

That's fine. That's what I'm going to do until I die.

I think I even felt comfortable somewhere in a hearty world.

It was your father and mother who flipped through such a stagnant environment.

I haven't been out in almost a year. What I was taken to was the house of two friends.

A grand mansion like the one I've only seen on TV. It was the hawksmith's mansion.

Nothing shook my mind because I saw the mansion, but what was decisive was the story afterwards.

That's what meets the eagle master's maid.

Namely, it was meeting Lynn.

Lynn was a little shorter than I was when I was young, and she was the most brittle and haunting creature I've ever seen.

Sounds like fun anytime, anywhere, energetic girl.

He took me around to all sorts of places without complaining, even if he pushed me to do nothing like a doll, no fun.

I remember the temperature of that tiny, gripping palm felt so warm.

Lynn, who had long been an athletic tone deaf, still wanted to play outside, and was a child who was often injured.

Whether you play with playthings or just run around and play normally, Lynn got hurt enough to be sure.

Though I didn't think anything of watching it at first.

When I saw from the side that Lynn wasn't going to get hurt, I started thinking I had to help.

Each time, the red color floated behind my brain when I broke my mother, and my body stopped moving.

I didn't want to break Lynn, so I couldn't really touch Lynn from myself.

Still, my heart is shaking as much as I want to help.

As much as I don't want to break it, I'm starting to think it's important about Lynn.

Slowly, slowly.

My world, frozen, melted away at the temperature of Lynn's palm.

The world is filled with colour so that a world without colour is coloured.

I can't help thinking about one thing on my own, but the world that Lin takes me around sees all of it glowing.

The temperature coming from that palm seems warmer than the sun.

The sun was shining brightly in my world.

To make contact with Lynn, I am able to put my powers under complete control.

Because no matter how cramped the way you live, I wanted to be beside you, Lynn.

Even if I were to scatter my life, it was far more important than my own.

After getting along with Lynn. I was so happy when I was able to protect Lynn from that dog.

For the first time, I was able to thank myself for my strength, which I only found abominable.

And I took an oath.

All of this power is trying to be used for Lynn.

When I realized that, I finally understood.

The fact that I was loved by my parents. Even after that tragedy, it should be noted that even for a moment my parents didn't point me at the emotion of disgust.

No matter how distorted the relationship was, the two of them were pouring out their free love.

And he said I loved my parents more than anything.

I finally understood such normal emotions.

Some things don't go back. But there are some that can be piled up from now on.

I cherished your father and mother as much as Lynn.

There are only three people in my world: your father, your mother, and then Lynn.

I thought if only those three were here, I'd be happy no matter what.

So...........................?

Batan, and.

Something sounded like a fall.