Snippets and Stories: (R) Snuffed (2 of ?)

The ground is no softer than it was the first Time, but it is with considerably more difficulty that I pick myself up once more.

The warmth dripping down my face has obscured what little vision I have left, and the world left is but that of my 3rd eye, and that of sound.

It was always like this wasn't it? Biting cold surrounding me as I groped through the darkness, searching for the warmth I had lost sight of.

A foot slammed onto my wrist, grinding down.

The shock tore a small cry but nothing more. There is no point in enduring the pain, were it not for that spark of warmth.

That's right, there was something I needed to protect.

"Is it really worth fighting for?"

"... I don't know."

"Of course you don't know. When did you ever (was your judgement ever right)?"

There was nothing to say to that.

He twirled the rapier and looked up, straight into my 3rd eye, and grinned, "If you had taken my advice from the beginning, you wouldn't be here now."

The bird's eye view grew hazy, and a drop fell on me. Rain?

The 3rd eye was crying.

Neskyii was grinning again, "That's all you can really do isn't it? Cry then."

In a single stroke the presence of warmth I had felt so distantly dissipated, but I had not the Time to grieve for the very same swipe sliced my brush clean in half, as it did the rest of my form.

It was to a dimly lit room that I awoken then, and his laughter echoed in the haze of my mind fresh from sleep.