[Fiammetta Thorne]
She kept her eyes upon him; a very clear frown was upon her features. A sense of discontentment had settled in upon her, but that was to be expected given the current situation, as well as the fact that she didnāt understand any of what was going on, or why it was she knew the name of this strange scythe-wielding man who claimed himself a copy of the real thing. If anything, she shouldnāt have turned back around, she should not have let herself speak a name she shouldnāt otherwise have known. She shouldāve just continued on her way, and headed back on into the life sheād been leading for the last year, simple, routine and mundaneāa punishment and a reminder of the sin she carried.
Fiaās arms came to rest around her middle, lightly draped over the still dully aching section of her diaphragm. This, whatever this all was, she already knew one adjective with which she could describe it. Insanity.
The self-claimed copy of Morgan gave to her a halfhearted smile, before he began to explain himself and the situation as sheād half-demanded of him. The whole thing, all of what he had to say, it ran together in her mind, and she found herself nearly as confused as before. To such a thing as heād gone on about, what could anyone make of it . . . ? What was there to make of it? In reality, Fia knew there was only two possible ways to react to such an explanation, and the question of whether or not sheād be coming along with him. I can decide either that this short little scene is simply crazy, or I can play along. . . .
Why did this sort of thing have to be happening . . . ? Why was this happening to her? No matter what course of action she went along with, there was no denying something, and that was the fact that a certain strangeness had found itself within her life in a matter of a minute. A giant lizard barreled out of an alleyway in an effort to claim her life before a scythe-wielding weirdo popped out of nowhere, killing the reptile before spouting out her full name. . . . Topping that craziness off, she even found herself knowing his name too. Here she remained, though she shouldāve just walked away and left the whole instance there, in the past, and allowed herself to forget it in order to just carry on with her life as she had before, something just wouldnāt let her.
If she were to believe him about the situation . . . about the notion of the āReapersā that he had explained. . . . He claimed her to be housing the element of Fire within her now, if that were true, if this were. . . . Why Fire? Of all the things, why would it be that?
The confusion and uncertainty she felt had to be what any normal person would experience, the hesitation. . . . Honestly, she really wanted to back away from āMorganā now, and to just forget this all of it, to go back to living her life. She had a sentence to carry out, the weight of a life remained on her shoulders, and she deserved only a life filled with remembering that sin of hers, the guilt. This sort of thing, it shouldnāt have been happening to her of all people.
For as much as she wanted to deny it, there persisted within Fia that something that could not allow that to happenāthat sentiment which had driven her to remain there, to utter a name she shouldnāt have know. She could only exhale slowly, as she shook her head a bit at the absurdity of this all, shutting her eyes.
āI honestly canāt say that I know what to make of this, of . . . any of this, of what you explained, or otherwise.ā The tone of her voice was reluctant; a part of her mind was dwelling upon the fact that he claimed her to now house Fire within her. āReally, why . . . ? Any of this, why me? As much as there is a part of me that wants to tell you to go to Hell with all this crap, I know that isnāt right. I still donāt know what to think, but, for now . . . Iāll follow along with you and this, Copy.ā