Ars, aren't you my brother?
My original?
Built?
What is it, man?
What the hell is he talking about?
Did you suddenly make a bad joke?
... Zokri.
But what Norn said seemed to penetrate me over time.
I don't like it.
I don't know why, but I don't like it anyway.
I had such a hunch that I shouldn't listen to him any more.
(Oh, speaking of which, this happened. It's about an old crazy alchemist. It seems that he was researching for eternal life and eventually tried to create a man-made human being.)
But ignoring my thoughts, Norn keeps talking.
In a special way of thinking, I have unilaterally continued to send other ideas to us.
Even though I had a bad feeling, I had no choice but to confront the thought.
(Create the exact same artificial person as yourself and plant your consciousness and memory there. I thought we were trying to escape the physical death. Yeah, that's right. Are you sure you were really trying to realize such a stupid idea?)
(... no. Mr. Ars doesn't do that.)
(Really? But it's true that that happened. Because I killed the artificial. It was disgusting. Sometimes blood resembles blood in siblings and parents and children. But there is something different about it, and I definitely understand the difference. But every man-made is exactly the same as the alchemist. There were many such bodies in the room. However, it only looked like meat because it was a failure.)
(... it's a lie)
(Is that a lie? Well, it's up to you to believe it or not. I'll just say this for the last time. You and this Arus have the same blood. I'm sure of it.)
There is no proof of what Norn says.
I'm just saying.
I don't even know if there was such an alchemist once. [M]
But I couldn't help but care less about the story.
I suppose so.
I'm very similar to my brother Ars.
He resembled Brother Ars more than the other brothers, Brother Hector, Brother Bite, and Brother Kyle.
It's almost like being told that it's a living copy.
(Mr. Ars can't do such a thing. So, what's up? What do you mean, your brother's gonna take over my body someday?
(I don't know such a thing. The alchemist I just talked to seems to have been experimenting with physical replication, but I don't know what happened to consciousness and memory. I don't even know if I can do that. It's just...)
(Just what?
- Did I catch your eye? This farewell doll. Didn't you say it was this Arus guy who made this thing? Perhaps you were experimenting with a doll before building a living body called Alphonse? To plant personality and establish a way to manipulate the body)
(It's not like that. Ars wasn't the only one who made the eye. Kyle, please help me....)
(In that case, I guess I just did it as a brother. Holy shit!
Norn quickly threw back a truncated word against me trying to spin the word of denial.
Eyes, too?
I planted a personality named Eye in the Karasome vessel and moved it.
If so, can humans do the same?
"Hey, what's the matter, Alphonse? Shut up again."
"Ah, ah. Sorry, brother Ars. I wonder if I'm more tired than I thought. Can I talk to you later? I think I'd like to lie down and get some rest."
"Nh, I see. Okay, take your time off."
"Yeah, thanks. Then I'll go to my room."
I can't.
Thoughts don't keep up.
Even if you send magic into your head, there is no answer.
Everything Norun said has been going around in my head.
You should listen to this story with your brother Ars.
I think that's the quickest solution.
I'm sure they'll laugh at you when you hear what Norn said.
But what if it isn't?
What am I supposed to do if it's true that I was built by Brother Ars?
... I don't know.
I'm just scared.
Just because you might say such a thing, I couldn't ask my brother Ars about it.
I may have felt really sick.
After that, I didn't really remember how I got back to my room.
Someday he was in the room and fell asleep on the bedside of the room.
But still, the moyamoya in me wasn't clear. [M]
After all, even though it was time for Eye to tell her that dinner was ready, I just kept thinking about what Norn said.