Chapter 6 – Friendship
“So, what do you think of your life so far?” In the end, even if she had heard of a Reaper’s lifestyle from my predecessors, I suppose one has a unique perspective of one’s life. So I told her about mine.
It wasn’t that bad, really. Learning wasn’t that boring to me and cultivating an ability, even if it involved killing other people, is quite a pleasant way to live. Or so I believe.
“What about you? Can’t you tell me about yourself?” After all, it would be unfair if I was the only one to talk about myself, yes? It took some convincing, but I eventually got her to talk about herself. It started with her childhood, which was pretty much unbelievably boring, so boring in fact, that I wouldn’t be surprised if my own had been exactly like that.
But you know what? This moment is the best memory I have of her, I mean, she just sounded so happy, remembering all those boring things and talking about them. Talking about all that lost innocence, which never comes back to us.
Thus we passed the time, just talking about boring stuff, until I could no longer help myself and let out a yawn, which showed how tired I was, I could only speculate that outside that cave was night. “Oh, you need to sleep? I can turn the lights off if you want, you know?” She sounded quite gentle. Despite all the strange things around me, the more I talked with her, the more I felt that Karma-Demon was an undeserved title.
I lay on something that seemed like a bed and was about to close my eyes as a thought suddenly crossed my mind. “What about you?” I looked at her.
She let out a chuckle. “Oh, me? Please, I might drift a little here and there, but if I truly sleep, I fear for what you might look like as I wake, my dear guest.” She gestured to one of the creatures lazily walking around the chamber’s exit.
“Wait… so you mean to tell me that some of these strange creatures were once…” I couldn’t make myself finish the thought, I felt that I might have hurled if I did.
“People who were sent to kill me.” She said that without a hint of glee, but no resentment either, it certainly suited that mask without features that she wore.
To be honest, at that moment some of my fears came back, but not nearly as much as before. All of that boring talk had convinced me of one thing: She was not a bad person. “You didn’t do it on purpose.”
I have no idea what kind of face she made, but it took a long time for an answer. I sometimes catch myself imagining that she was smiling brightly, some other times I visualize tears of happiness. Still, the one thing I’m sure I didn’t imagine was her answer. “You’re kind, aren’t you.”