Book 17.5: Chapter 8
“I understand the general idea now. In essence, you are saying that this world is not real, but a fantasy world that is gradually invading the real world, correct?”
“Yes, exactly! This world is fake! Everything in it is fake. The sun, air, water, temperature and everything else you can sense is fake. You can consider it similar to a bubble. Can you imagine a bubble within a bubble? See, the bubble within the bubble doesn’t affect the bubble outside. Now, however, the bubble within has expanded and expanded; consequently, it’s impacting more and more people. If the bubble within and bubble outside completely fuse, both bubbles will end up exploding. Both the world I come from and our current world will both be destroyed. My goal in coming here is to locate the origin of the b-.”
Mera cut him off with a soft laugh: “In that case, you must have located the origin by now, right? If it is as you say and that the origin of the bubble originates from someone around you, you know who it is now, right? What are you still hesitant about, then?”
“Because…”
The man gently balled his fist on the table. He had something to say but refrained. Mera gently placed her hands on his fist. He reacted surprised. Mera smiled: “Say whatever it is that you want to say. I do not know why you are telling me these things. As you are willing to inform me, why do you not continue? I do not know what relationship we have in your world. Regardless, you must have wanted to tell me this if you came here. That being the case, you should give me the entire story.”
Nostalgia and sorrow suffocated him. For a moment, Mera was surprised. She never knew a human’s eyes could hold so much emotion in them. If she had to compare, she would compare it to a well that contained years and years of sadness that had sunk to the bottom. Despite the sorrow belonging to the man, she, herself, was on the verge of tears and suffocation due to the sorrow.
“In that world, the so-called real world the man spoke of, what sort of relationship do I have with him? If we were in love, why would he be so sad? What exactly happened between us? I am eager to know. I really want to know,” thought Mera.
“You’re just as you were in the past. Oh, pardon, I meant in my world. Whenever I’m at a loss for what to do, you’ll be there for me to encourage me. When I want to say something, you’ll be able to tell. You were always there to encourage me in my world.”
The man grabbed hold of Mera’s hand and solemnly continued, “Because I can no longer decide which world is better… You know, in my world, in other words, the so-called real world, you’re dead, and I was the one who killed you with my own hands. Even now, I still feel the sensation of me thrusting the sword into your chest. I can still remember the sensation of your blood spilling onto my hand. I can still remember and feel it all.”