[Fiammetta Thorne]
The name, how did she know that name? Where from her memories did it surface . . . ? And it to have slipped from between her lips so easily, so simply without a single hitch. . . . She didnât understand it, how it was so easy for her to say a name she knew she should not have known. A glint of confusion reflected within Fiaâs eyes, an unsettling sense of not understanding how it was possible for her to know this strangerâs name. All she had wanted to do was to go about her business, and as sheâd tried to walk away from him, to enter back into her stolen existence of a life, there itâd been, that sense of knowing. She had no memories in her head of this man, only a lingering sentiment within the depths of somewhere that she knew him, that he was invaluable. That shouldnât have been . . . possible. She didnât bond with people or speak to them when she didnât have to, she regarded them all with the same attitude and mentality, feeling like not a one of them deserved to have themselves burdened down with her.
So then, why? what had been said before, ânew Reaper of Fire.â Did that have something to do with this absurdity?
A breath escaping from her, Fia drew her eyebrows downward as a frown formed on her face, a look of discomfort passing through her eyes. There was a sense of sorrow bubbling up within her from within her now, along with the feeling of knowing. So, she couldnât help it, turning herself around. She kept her hands in her pockets still, but that uncertain, pained, expression remained on her face as she looked upon the scythe-wielder whose name she evidently knew.
There was something of a smile on his face, a sort of weak one. âWell, yes and no. That would be the name of the Void Reaper, I am only one of his copies. He'll be pleased to know that you're already starting to recover your memories. Air isn't taking it so well, the boy is in complete denail and thinks Morgan is a stalker. Oh well, I suppose it's to be expected in some cases. Just how much have you remembered? Or is it simply his name?â
Okay, so none of what he had just said to her made much sense. âCopies?â Void Reaper? So, what, Iâm suppose to believe that this guy standing in front of me is a . . . copy of the real person? The person who really carries the name I shouldnât know? the frown remained upon Fiaâs face while she stared at this supposed-to-be-stranger. She just stood there silently observing him, trying to understand what sheâd been told and wondering if she should really even be caring? Something in her told her that she did, that she should, but then there was just this . . . apathy that bespoke of the need to not. Whatever had happened before, the lizard, and this âcopyâ killing it, and her knowing the name of âMorgan,â while it was indeed strange, was it something she really needed to concern herself with anymore than she already had?
Unless this led her to a chance to finally vanish away like she wanted, for some sense of redemption for having stolen the place of her sister in the world, then, no she didnât need to concern herself with this insanity anymore than this. Even knowing the name of a stranger . . . she didnât need to. None of this mattered, not to her. Whether sheâd been addressed by her full name and sheâd managed to address a stranger by his name. . . . It was just something else that happened in her life.
Fia could only come to shake her head at herself with a sigh, one of her gloved hands slipped from her pockets as she brought it up to place on the side of her head. Why is this happening . . . ? It shouldnât be, all Iâm supposed to be doing is living out this miserable life as my punishment for Cosetteâs. . . . The thought of her sisterâs name sent a dull pain through the scar that remained on her side from that night.
âWhy does it matter?â she suddenly asked.
âAll of this shit right now, whatever the hell youâre going on about. . . . Does any of it matter?â her voice lowered while it was there was an uncomfortable sort of feeling in her chest, a pain. There within it was that spark of familiarity again, along with a sense of sorrow, sadness and an ache she didnât recognize for a moment, having spent so long numb to everything but guilt. . . . .loneliness? âAll I want to do is to turn around right now, and go on with living my life like I was before. I can ignore and forget what happened with the reptile thing and you as if it were nothing, because thatâs all it really is. Even knowing your name. . . .â
âThatâs what should be happening, how it should be since thatâs how everything else is, and yet. . . . I canât. There is something thatâs not letting me do that. Your talk of âcopies,â âReapers,â and âmemories,â I donât understand any of it.â she prattled on, not knowing where she was going with this. âWhy does this matter to me if I donât understand it . . . ? Explain it.â