I was watching my hands again.
I no longer saw them as I used to. They weren't a part of me as much as they were possessions… temporary. Skin, flesh, bone… borrowed.
This body isn't mine.
Or rather… it won't remain mine.
I lifted my gaze to the mirror in front of me and saw my eyes, but something behind them wasn't stable. As if they were windows to something that doesn't belong to this place. Something that passes between worlds, through a promise made to me in a voice no one else heard.
Serathzi will grant me a new beginning.
Those words were like a sweet curse. A new beginning… but it doesn't come for free. He didn't tell me everything, no, but he didn't need to. I see him, hear him, feel him… and understand.
Everything in this world has a price, and Serathzi was no angel.
I saw him move, not as a being, but as an idea. A grand, overwhelming idea that splits the depths of the soul and tempts it. One who grants you a second chance does not do it out of goodness.
