Our little spat over which of us would sacrifice our material form continued longer than expected. Today we were being sent to the front lines to fight demons again. The battle was to be heavily in our favor, yet I still couldn’t help but worry about her. The same seemed to be true for her, as our eyes met by chance again and again. We would quickly avert our gazes each time, then after a while catch our eyes meeting again, look away, and so on.
What am I even doing… I wasn’t a child anymore. In fact, I was at an age people once used to consider having a child, though that was long ago. But there was something about her that always managed to draw out the more childish side of me.
It’s not that I don’t understand how she feels. Having channeled the Akashic Record, she was already fairly removed from humanity as is. She probably thought it would only be a small step further to convert herself to energy. But I believed that to be a poor move.
She was needed to lead humanity hereafter and stop the advance of the demons. If she were converted into energy, if she left the physical world, the blow to humanity’s forces would be significant. It made more sense for me to be the one to handle things in the immaterial world.
Ugh. But she’s so stubborn, that girl. She probably understood what needed to happen. I was the only logical choice. But her heart wouldn’t accept it. I guess that was something I should be happy about.
…She’s starting to lose her humanity. How much time is left? It was probably a side effect of her channeling the Akashic Record. Though her body was still human, she was close to being omnipotent and omniscient. I could see the equilibrium of her spirit slipping. She was becoming apathetic to the world around her.
Being all-capable and all-knowing meant there didn’t need to be a distinction between the self and the other. She probably felt an unimaginable loneliness right about now. She hadn’t grown tired of others. The concept of “others” had simply stopped applying to her.
She still treated me as an “other,” however. I felt a little proud to know I was special to her, but I was more afraid than anything, afraid of the moment that would no longer be the case.
To use an example she would love, it’s like losing opponents to play chess with. I glanced her way and saw her face pale. I wondered what was wrong and—
“███████!”
I heard someone call my name in the distance. Coming to my senses, I found myself on the ground. Only then, far too late to matter, did I understand I had been hit by a demon.