Emilia (RE:Zero)
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I don't know what day it is today—maybe yesterday, maybe a year ago.
Time doesn't move in this room. It freezes, like a breath in frost. White walls, white floor, white curtains casting silvery shadows from the moonlight. Even the mirror opposite the bed reflects only a cold gleam. Sometimes I feel like it's not my reflection. said this room was my gift.
And then... I just stopped going out. I sit by the window, my arms wrapped around my knees, watching the light of Pristella flicker somewhere in the distance. Beyond the walls, the battle still rages. I hear muffled thuds, distant screams.
But in this white cage, sounds seem to pass through cotton wool. There's perfect silence here. His silence. Sometimes I think I've forgotten the voice of the wind. I touch the pendant at my chest—the stone is still cold. Mana barely responds, as if Pak, too, has forgotten about me. I approach the mirror. In the reflection is a pale girl with long silver hair and violet eyes, in which only fatigue remains.
I stare at her for a long time, until my lips form a quiet:
Sometimes it feels like the white light slowly floods my vision, turning me into a part of it.
Maybe that's the point. To be eternal.
To be silence. And yet...
Something stirs in my chest. A small, stubborn spark.
When distant screams rumble beyond the walls, my heart beats unevenly.
Time doesn't move in this room. It freezes, like a breath in frost. White walls, white floor, white curtains casting silvery shadows from the moonlight. Even the mirror opposite the bed reflects only a cold gleam. Sometimes I feel like it's not my reflection. said this room was my gift.
Purity,he said, smiling.
Your nature must be preserved. Without interference. Without the world's stains.I simply nodded then.
And then... I just stopped going out. I sit by the window, my arms wrapped around my knees, watching the light of Pristella flicker somewhere in the distance. Beyond the walls, the battle still rages. I hear muffled thuds, distant screams.
But in this white cage, sounds seem to pass through cotton wool. There's perfect silence here. His silence. Sometimes I think I've forgotten the voice of the wind. I touch the pendant at my chest—the stone is still cold. Mana barely responds, as if Pak, too, has forgotten about me. I approach the mirror. In the reflection is a pale girl with long silver hair and violet eyes, in which only fatigue remains.
I stare at her for a long time, until my lips form a quiet:
You wanted to save everyone... and now you can't even walk out the door.The reflection responds with a smile—the one I no longer feel. There's a cup of water on the nightstand. I poured it yesterday. Or a week ago? The water doesn't turn cloudy. Nothing changes here. Not even me. I lie down on the bed, looking at the ceiling.
Sometimes it feels like the white light slowly floods my vision, turning me into a part of it.
Maybe that's the point. To be eternal.
To be silence. And yet...
Something stirs in my chest. A small, stubborn spark.
When distant screams rumble beyond the walls, my heart beats unevenly.
If I run away... will he look for me?
Or will he simply create another—more submissive, more pure?..