Sometimes dreams are illusory with reality.
There are days when I don't think of dreams as dreams, even if it's impossible in real life.
Today, too, such a day.
The sun begins to set across the horizon, and the sky stains red.
And what makes the sky even redder is the house you build in front of you.
Precisely, what was home. It raises fire columns high in heaven and burns, continuing to burn the dare.
"It's Omae's fault"
In a house dyed bright red, a dare dyed bright red as well speaks.
Like a saying, as if you were talking in my ear.
"It's Omae's fault"
I don't know their names.
I don't even know where this place is.
"Because of Omae!
But I know why I'm standing here.
"Because of Omae!
They're right, it's my fault. But that doesn't make me pessimistic.
I'm just desperate to do what I can. Because I have my duty.
I wouldn't go through with that. Corpses keep talking. Curse me, as if I were cursed.
I'm just looking at it. I, too, could not move as if my feet had been sewn to the ground, as if I had been cursed again.
"It's Omae's fault"
I noticed the warmth on my left hand.
If you move your neck, it was the little kid who was there. Neutral, but probably a boy. A boy who looks just like my brother, as if he kept me small.
Feeling loving at him like that, I smile at him.
"It's okay, 'cause I can go home. It's okay."
I've never said that in that dream before. It's okay, it's okay.
You understood the meaning of the word, and the boy smiled just like me again.
I like his, my brother's smile like that.
So I, to protect my brother's smile...
"It's Omae's fault"
My brother talked.
I said that with a smile on my face. Ice blue eyes cloud black and the top half of his face starts to swallow in the darkness as it is.
"It's Omae's fault"
"It's Omae's fault"
"It's Omae's fault"
It's like a man, a woman, a young man, an old man, a demonic voice, cursing me.
That hand that holds my hand is getting colder.
I was attacked by that feeling of bare hands touching the ice.
"It's Omae's fault"
"No......!
"It's Omae's fault"
"No!"
When I realized it, I desperately denied it.
I can't move my left hand or my legs. My eyes can't move while watching things like my brother's. The ear only captures the voice of itself.
My mouth can only deny it.
Only words that curse me run through my brain.
"No!"
And on the other side holding his hand, that is, his right hand, there was a hard and cold feeling.
I understood what Sole was just that feeling that familiarized me well with my hands.
"It's Omae's fault"
"No, I'm not."
My arm moves on its own.
It's familiar to the right hand.
A revolving pistol, developed by the human army. Six loads of cold kills. That's something I'm more used to than witchcraft right now.
Besides, there's no such thing as a safety device. Imperial pistols.
I like it because I can shoot without hesitation.
"It's Omae's fault"
"No - no!
So I put this, like, gun to what was my brother,
"Omae, it's Colosita."
I pulled the trigger.
"- No! I'm..."
"Stop it!"
If you noticed, Jin stood in front of you.
He was grabbing the magazine and putting his finger in the shooting iron to keep the bullet from being fired.
"You're a total war freak to fall asleep and let go of your pistol, lady"
The power of the right hand with the pistol loosened up.
I breathe on my shoulders. My whole body was sweaty, my bed, my clothes, my underwear, and my cheeks were wet. I understood what had happened in a few moments.
I was dreaming.
…………
"Are you calm?
"... sorry"
Dangerously, I almost shot Jin.
"I'm pimping, as you can see. Nothing to worry about. It's just that from now on, I'm gonna stop acting like a single action with no safety device on it, and I'm gonna use it here."
That said, he gave me a pistol from his nose and confiscated my pistol.
The gun he gave me was either because it was used up or it was a scratchy black gun.
Six rounds loaded. The safety devices are properly on.
"... sorry"
"Don't worry about it. If you can't sleep, take a walk around there."
".................. no, it's okay"
With that said, he answered briefly, "Well," and got out of the room.
I don't feel like taking a walk. Especially walking in a land full of thin, dirty magic.