Ugh…I hate it when I have to slip out of my mind to talk to Him.
Emilia and I flew back atop the tower, I was sitting on the ledge, holding my chin in my hand, with my elbow against my knee.
Emilia, looking beautiful, was leaning against my statue.
“When will I die?” She asked, locking her gaze on me.
“Only he knows.” I said. “I am doing his dirty work, in a way.”
“That’s bad.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Will you have to kill me?”
I looked at her, then sighed.
“Yes.” I said. “But I get to choose how you die.”
“Oh….” She said softly.
“How would you want to die?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” She said. “Peacefully, painless, just….letting go.”
I stood up, and putt an arm around her.
“I can arrange that.”
“Thank you.” She said, leaning up against me.
“Emilia….I lo- Never mind.” I sighed
I have to wait for these things….