Rose Blumen ~ Exogignesthai

(Rose)

I was unconscious for a little while. Not too long. I was in a numb daze.

It felt like a dream. A conscious dream, that whole fight. And the ensuing pain.

I can see the silhouette of the Ogre inside of me, not laughing as I would expect her to. She doesn’t seem to care.

I look at my inner Licht, a little like a child looking for a missing parental response.

Licht has a sorrowful smile. Of course she can’t approve all that I did.

L – You did the best you could Rose.

I’m feeling a little sad.

As my body cools down, thermodynamically, and T.I.dynamically, the sensations of my limbs and flesh gradually return to me.

I mostly feel the strain on my fingers and hands as I begin to grab the sand where I lie down.

I remember the sensation of people’s flesh being crushed and ripped through them.

They remind me of a time or two when my head felt being crushed against a rock, by what that boy had become.

Of my murder of Alan, I remember that part more vividly than the former one. Because we fought to the death then.

Anyway...

Licht and Ogre don’t condemn me. And I will continue to ponder over whether I should for many years now.

What I’ve done is over now. It feels weird for now. A little murky. Guilt will come.

My eyes begin to reopen and adjust to the light.

Air circulates into my lungs, without too much pain. My heart is beating normally, as if nothing happened. I don’t cough, I’m simply alive.

I’m alive...

I look for Night.

Her exploded body still lies there, a little further. Her human life ended.

Something new, her new incarnation, already is growing out of it like a fleshy mushroom.

Behind her, the collapsed egg that Blume looked after has lost most of its consistency.

R – Nightmare? Blume?

Nightmare’s flesh transforms and rises, ripe. A kind of bloody bird erupts out of it.

I can feel her anger overflowing. She shrieks at me more than she speaks. She’s terribly mad at me.

As I extend my hand to her, she bites my pinkie off, ripping it out of my hand in anger.

As I yell and hold my bleeding wound, she flies off.

Nightmare had enough of me and the chaos that blooms in my wake.

She died once too many times because of me. I see her flying away, mad. It’s painful to me in more ways than one.

R – I really pissed her off this time.

B – She’ll...

Blume wanted to say that she will return once she calms down, but now that she thinks about it, she’s not sure that’s likely to be the case.

Nightmare has had enough of me for now. What tomorrow holds for her, it’s hers...

I’ll miss her. Truly.

R – What about you Blume?

B – I’m tired I must say. But I still want to stick around my favourite Rose.

R – Thank you Blume... And how’s the child?

B – A little premature. Wounded too. But alive.

I sigh in relief. Good.

R – That reassures me in more ways than one.

B – I expected no less.

I stand up finally, holding my bleeding hand and the cut off finger. I notice the atrocious aspect of my skin over my legs. The trousers melted and fused into my flesh.

I can feel my face and all my bones aching like never before.

My hair is white.

R – Have I grown suddenly significantly older?

B – Yes.

That’s not what I wanted to hear.

B – You look four hundred and fifty now.

I grin.

Then I collapse on the sand, sitting against her weird looking body. I’m breathing fast.

I give myself first aid with what I can find lying around.

R – Would you like to rest... For a day or two? Or do you think we should move away from here?

B – I think nothing will be coming for us anymore... I’d like to rest for a short while yes...

I barely stopped the bleeding of what in the end became my only real wound now that my body has become human again. I still fall exhausted and soon asleep too.

The sounds of the ocean are nice.

I will miss you sister.

But I understand why you want some time away from me.

R – Will I... see her again?

B – She’s tough you know. I’m sure she’ll be fine. So, yes. So long you survive.

Once upon another time, I’ll see her again.

For now...

Good night.

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