Ve Lo Hat'Ed

A talking prism. Never have I seen a talking prism before. My thirst for knowledge has finally found new possibilities, and that my wish may potentially become real. Regardless, I will make it come true.

Fascinating it may seem, it isn’t what occupied my mind today. The place I’ve been longing to find had sought me in an unexpected manner. No matter how many times he reminded me that my spot and this dimension are similar, I still hoped it’d be a little different. And because of that hope… I was utterly disappointed.

There was nothing to look forward to, except that I could feel something I used to. This disappointing place made me realize that my time of wondering may have just been a waste. This isn’t an ideal place at all.

I can’t figure out how they are able to exist in a place filled with pathetic beings. Their ever-growing lust to outgrow anyone is torn in my eyes. This isn’t what I wanted see! This isn’t what I wanted to feel!

Is stepping in this world not enough for me? Indeed, it brought me closer, but not close enough. I wanted to feel something pleasant—a warmth that is fluttering. But in this pathetic dimension, how can I know such a thing?

Ah, come to think of it. I met someone while I was on my way to the restaurant, but I doubt he saw me.

Adamas. The name means invincible. He is the villain who always comes second in rank. Despite that, he is much loved more than the first. I witnessed how Riscarte is surrounded by warmth ever since he was born. At first, I thought I was mistaken, but as day goes, there was no ounce of envy resonating from him. And because I am always next to him, I didn’t miss a moment outside of my spot without seeing that blessed simpleton. To be right beside him is a torture. Unpleasant! It made me start questioning myself, what’s in him that I lack? I believe we were similar.

We were both invincible. We were both guardians. We were both gifted—no, I am even more fortunate! I am greater than him! So why can’t I have what he has? Why can’t I love?

I couldn’t be more furious than that fact, and so, there was never a day I wished for him to suffer—to lose everything. And I think the entities have heard my prayer, as though telling me that the world is quite fair. It was worth coming here after knowing what had happened to his beloved.

What a tragedy. He was even cheated on. He is nothing but a mere replacement. Pathetic.

He is pathetic! But why . . . do I still longed to be just like him?

He is so different from the rest of us. And that guy too.

I want what they have.