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This definitely wasn’t where they saw themselves, not once in a thousand years, but for real, Mikuni couldn’t figure out his own body and Otoha couldn’t help but wonder how they wound up in this predicament. A situation like no other, just for the two of them, just like this, just because; just like that, everything had happened and the two of them had made a mess of themselves, become one, something that was both idiotic and unstable, but who was to blame them? Something was wrong and their sou…

Neither of them wanted to awake, no, really, both of them had dignity and they didn't want to be one, awake at the same time, confined to the same space that they always found themselves in when something didn't work out for either of them. The waves of yesteryear washed over them, crashed into them as if they didn't have any choice, and both of them were so focused on keeping themselves composed, they barely registered what was happening around them in the first place. Only when Genjis voice fi…

There was lots and lots of silence thereafter, with Otoha knowing that she had to crawl out of there, leave the world be and tell Genji that she was fine - instead, she was dragged underwater, drowned in her own brainfluid and couldn't help but wonder how she got there. Was it her own inability to keep this body together, with a mere mortal soul in it? Or did she just throw herself into disarray, simply because her thoughts were jumbled? Maybe it truly was better for someone like Genji to not qu…

Genji was such a sappy man now, she couldn't really believe that she once loved him, and yet, she couldn't blame herself for liking him either. It was, what it had to be, and quite frankly, she wasn't above denying herself something as simple as love - she still had feelings for him, she realized, and with all those feelings came the realization that she, too, wasn't immune to any of his charades, let alone the mess she made of him in the process. There was little the two of them could do like t…

„And I’m rather glad you don’t, otherwise I’d have started doubting half your reasoning for wanting to know about them in the first place. I don’t like being played with, but I’m sure you’re aware of that.“, she chastised Genji with a supple, soft smile of her own, not thinking that anything would come of their little exchange. Not a smidge of memories would flow into this guys brain, he’d just accept more and more unnecessary information as a fact and maybe even beat himself up about it, judgin…

Revelations of that matter were partially the least of her concerns and Otoha knew that she was playing a game with herself and Genji if she kept that charade up. Surely, it helped little if the two of them were glued to a narrative that one of them spun and the other ate it out of her hands as if she were a king, commanding an army to forget all they'd seen, lest they'd face the wrath of an entire kingdom that was trailing after them. Yes, in a sense, that was what made everything messier than …

There was nothing to be learned or gained from something like this - actually, there wasn’t even a way out of the maw of Genjis monstrous words and Otoha contemplated just letting those two idiots fend for themselves, but she realized it probably was a bad idea. Poor Genji, always concerned about those around him but not himself, and sad Genji, always preoccupied with the things in his own head but never those in his heart - hopefully, it stung an awful lot and perhaps, Otoha could have apprecia…

There was no denying it: Both of them were meeting at the worlds end, at a crossroads that had no beginning in the first place, and they were attached to one another by each others hip. It helped little, she could discern, but worse than that, Otoha had to admit even more. In truth, she wasn't resting easy on the knowledge she had, hardly so, and she was forcing herself to enjoy something she had denied for years by now - she was choking on her own responsibilities, it seemed, and she clearly co…

Whatever had gotten into that man, she couldn't quite say, but it definitely had changed him, now and forever that he lived an honest life amongst those who could no longer take him seriously. Otoha was trying her earnest and, for better or for worse, was still malding about the fact that this guy was, definitely, adapting better to his cluelesness than her. In fact, Genji looked quite serene, no doubt happy even to not be reminded of his past, even if it troubled him and he was right, too - the…

Sich auf solche Dinge einzulassen, ja, auf einen Mann der nicht mehr kannte als den eigenen Verfall - womöglich war es eine dumme Idee gewesen, so dachte er, dass das hier nicht das Richtige für ihn sein konnte. Eine mythische Schlange sollte ihm das verlorene Augenlicht schenken, zumindest hatte er all das so gehört, und noch viel schlimmer: Er musste lernen, sich damit zu identifizieren, mehr aus dieser Situation zu schöpfen und seine Probleme zu beseitigen; das hier war ein Fluch, doch die Tu…

This body wasn't up to her standards - she should have just taken Genjis, back then, years ago, when she had the opportunity to overtake something that she could have hardly ever called her own to begin with. Noroichi would poison her, her soul and mind, and then spit her back out as a corrupted mess that had no semblance but would serve as the goddess of a new religion, once Genjis body destructed itself further and further. As things were now, she wqas sure that there was no getting through to…

She wasn't so sure about any of this anymore - had she ever been? No, no, she never was. Actually, she was tainted with her own idiocy and just chasing after some stubborn beliefs that she couldn't let go of, wasn't that it? Yes, and even worse, wasn't she just the same person that tried, in vain, to get something to work that never was supposed to be working in the first place? It was, what it had to be, and quite frankly, she wasn't going to gain any footing in this life of hers if someone lik…

Otoha wasn't having this conversation anymore. In fact, she was dragging herself down this mountain as fast as she could and Genji seemingly followed suit without another word. There was little they could do, sure, that was the obvious solution to any problems that ever existed, but in truth, they had to admit, that they weren't doing as much stupid stuff as one would assume just from looking at them. The two of them, adults or not, weren't out for vengeance like this; it was a stroll they were …

What a sorry sap. Otoha wasn't so sure about this anymore, in fact, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to face Genji right now, like this, when he was sad and pliable, open to any kind of manipulation, and at the same time, so shored off into his own head, he wouldn't even dare to try to accept a fake truth as reality. It sucked, surely, it had to - at least for this guy, who couldn't recall anything and should be happy he still knew his name, and yet, there was nothing for either of them to do …

Otoha was sure that she had nothing of value to infere upon Genji - there was nothing this guy needed to hear, and there also wasn't anything she desperately had to share with him. It followed, in a sick and kind of twisted way, that the two of them would do best if they just kept their mouths shut and tried their earnest with repaying the debt that they had fallen into, thanks to one another, though, what else were they to do in this case? Not only were they so close again, they also couldn't r…

What was she even going on about? Otoha could only wonder if her own hubris would lead to her eventual downfall or if Genji was a tried and true method for her self-descipline, one which had long since lost all squalor and worth, now that she had grown past the need of interhuman connections. The life of a goddess was a lonely one, she was sure of that, but otherwise, wasn't she just one and the same as she had been before her death? "You needn't, please.", she replied, rather stern this time ar…

"It could be worse, trust me. Sure, it's akin to a gutpunch, but I don't wish to blame you for things you have no control over, and I also don't need you to belittle me for knowing what you don't. It's fine, Genji, really, it is and there's no harm done just because the two of us won't see eye to eye on the same topics any longer. Knowing that you are as safe and sound as you can be, well, it's enough for me I'd say.", she told him. Was Otoha truly sincere once she riffed on a statement like thi…

"What are you apologizing for? Your brain would have disintegrated otherwise, I'm quite sure. Information is something you can't store in your noggin forever, dear - there's no need to be afraid of that, though, I admit, it's rather sad.", she whispered with a hint of anonimity in her voice. Otoha had awoken from a slumber longer than what the gods would allow her to have - longer than what the world would want her to endure, and now that she was herself again, or rather a caricature of what she…

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Otohas heart skipped a considerable beat as she thought about it. This guy was something else - always had been, always would be and forever could be. Was it something that had to happen? Or were the two of them just forlorn enough to graviate back toward one another? It didn't make much sense in her case, but she snickered. "We tried, and I almost cracked it, too. But guess what, my time ran out, and it took forever until I could walk the mortal plane again - so lon…

"And yet, I can't help but feel a pull toward him, feel like I have to help him somehow. View it as stupidity, or as the answer to my forlorn souls questions, but I don't feel like taking the backseat in such a endeavor, be it because I fear losing you or because I want it done the right way. There is simply no moment in which I seem to have the ability to catch a break, not with you around." It was like all those years ago, back then, before she became a god and Genji was strangely occupied wit…