Part 10
“Hmm. That’s rough.”
Once Zeta finishes her story, he offers a short comment as he looks out the window.
His words are blunt.
However, they encapsulate everything they need to. Zeta wasn’t looking for cheap sympathy.
As such, she gives her reply just as bluntly. “Yeah. Rough.”
She’s taken her hatred from that day and sealed it deep within her heart. Unnecessary emotions will do nothing but get in the way of her plan.
Before she even consciously noticed it, she began cutting down on her word use to avoid accidentally letting any of her feelings slip out.
However, Zeta prefers it that way. Every time her feelings or body evolve, it makes her feel like she’s getting closer to her goal.
“I’m a stray cat. Just a tiny kitten you took in. That’s why I’ve thought a lot about what kind of world you want. You wouldn’t tell me, so it’s been a bit hard.”
“Has it?”
“Yeah. It has.”
Her master lifts his wineglass.
Zeta swiftly grabs the bottle and tops him off. Then she nestles up close to him.
“You want eternal life. Now I understand what that means.”
“I’m surprised you picked up on that.”
“You’re looking at the distant future. So am I.”
“I see…”
He gazes into the deep darkness beyond the window. Zeta looks out at the deep darkness as well.
“I’m going to revive Diablos,” she says.
“I see.”
“So you aren’t stopping me?”
“I have no intention of rejecting your choice.”
“You’re too kind, Master. Too kind to make that choice yourself.”
“Is that so?”
“Kindness can’t change the world. Your kindness is shackling you.”
“…Is it, now?”
“It is. But I’m not kind. I’ll revive the demon, even if it puts the world in danger.”
“You’ll be reviled.”
“Fine by me. The world needs this”—Zeta leans hesitantly against his shoulder—“so I’ll take their revulsion in your place. That’s my duty.”
“I see…”
Zeta steps away and turns her back on him. “If the time comes, cast me aside.”
With those final words, she vanishes into the night.
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