Can I really do it?
The question curled in my chest like smoke—thick, suffocating.
Can someone like me, who's barely surviving on his own, really do all of this?
I stared at nothing for a long moment.
The last scenario almost killed me for real.
I only survived because of the relics I'd scrounged together, and the safety of Virion's domain—nothing more. And even then, it had left me wrecked, sore, emptied down to the bone.
...
My mind turned inward, chasing doubts like they were running just ahead of me in circles.
Wasn't my plan to just survive?
To travel the world, stay out of flags, avoid the main plotlines? Not to play hero. Not to get involved. Certainly not to entangle myself in five storylines, each one heavier than the last.
That had been the whole point. The only plan I had.
To survive. Quietly.
Not… this.
Not stepping into every spiral the world was spinning into.
And strength?
Tch.
