Patching together, patching together, continuing to form its shape.
Patching together, patching together, continuing to mould its shape.
Patching together, patching together, continuing to fill in the colours.
Patching together, patching together, patching together, and continuing towards bringing himself closer to completion.
Patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together, patching together.
Patching together, patching together, patching together, and even now, as he patched himself together, he was still incomplete――
There's truly something horrible, about being talked to, but knowing that the person that they're really speaking to is no longer there.
Natsuki Subaru was long gone, despite them all needing him, despite the grief his parting caused them, in his place was only. . . Him.
No memories outside of suddenly being transported from a grocery store, suddenly he was in a dangerous tower going through trials, and what for? Paranoia built, return by death discovered and hasty decision made.
He'd killed them.
But it wasn't in vain! The Books of Death, created after a person dies, the only way to live through that person's memories. One by one he read them, regaining all the pieces that made up Natsuki Subaru.
With these books, he'd rebuild Natsuki Subaru again, and then the true hero would save everyone! He just knew it!
Now, to gather the pieces. . .
"Hey, do you know my name?"
It was quite an ordinary question, without any real coherence to it. It should have been a dull question that wouldn’t have required much time or preparation to answer. If you know it, you know. If you don’t know it, you don’t. That’s all it was.
Even so, Subaru asked it towards the stranger, the last one left standing from the rest of the village. After all, Shaula had done quick work of everyone else, all who had known who Natsuki Subaru was.
This one in front of him is the last. Shaula herself was idling behind him while he asked, swaying softly on the balls of her feet childishly, only paying enough attention to hear if she had to take the shot or not.
Indeed, it's both a very easy and very important question. That's why, when no answer came, Subaru asked the stranger once again.
"Do. You. Know. My. Name?"