#*emil voice* EVEN IF ITS POINTLESS YOU STILL HAVE TO DO IT

[keykidpilipili]

Getting inspiration for Fate ocs from my brain feels like shaking an 8-ball: one day you’re howling about Mermaid Merlin desperate to prove he is still the sexiest over Kiara and not an emotionally compromised dilf, the next you’re crying about Type Eris and her doomed civilization soon to be wiped out by Velber.

[clairecrive]

Hi could we please get a really angsty fic with nikolai (with a happy ending pls) where reader and he has had a fight so they maintain the facade on the outside bc they're royals but in private it's just ignoring each other/angst?

Young Royals

A/N: ahh, this is angsty alright but it seems I'm only capable of writing hurt/comfort lately. This took a life of its own and it's long af but I hope you like it anyway x

Warnings: miscommunication, angst, fighting, hurt/comfort, Nikolai is a bit absent, you're a bit jealous of his relationship with Zoya

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SHADOW AND BONE MASTERLIST

"Do not put words into my mouth, Nikolai."

"Please, you already have so many, my love," he scoffed and the use of the term of endearment hurt the most.

"You're making me sound like a brat while I'm providing you with a viable solution," you insisted with a flare of your hands, frustrated by his unwillingness to listen to you.

"No, you're not. What you're doing is being childish."

"I'm your queen, Nikolai. I'm only asking to be more involved."

"You're my wife, y/n, and you know nothing about politics or running a country." He retired, putting emphasis on wife. This felt a lot like being put into place. And the fact that it was your husband doing so, hurt. It was also the most you had seen him this week.

"Neither did Zoya, nor Genya or anyone who's currently running the country."

"That's different and you know it."

"Only because you're making it so," you exclaimed finally exploding. His despondency got on your nerves and this conversation was going nowhere anyway.

Surprised by your raise of voice, Nikolai stood before you just blinking at you.

Sighing, you took a step toward him, holding your hands up, "look, you're right, I don't know about running a country but teach me. I'm not stupid, I'll pick it up."

"Why are you insisting so much? You've never shown any interest in politics before." He gave you a puzzled look like he didn't really believe your intentions.

"I've never wanted to be queen before." before meeting you.

"Ah, I see," he chuckled mirthlessly, "I put you in this situation and now you're taking your revenge."

To insinuate that your marriage with him was you "being put into a situation" rather than a consensual decision you had made out of love was absurd.

Nikolai was right. You had never cared about politics or diplomacy before meeting him. You were a soldier. There was no reason for you to meddle with something that didn't concern you.

But now you were queen and you felt a responsibility towards your people. You wanted to help but so far, Nikolai hadn't allowed you to take part in any meetings. He said that anyone who needed to be there was already involved. What he didn't tell you was that while Grisha made excellent soldiers and even good councillors, one of them being a royal was a very different matter.

He had indulged his love for you by marrying you. You were his vice and he simply couldn't accept the idea of being without you anymore. He had married you, consequently making you queen, going against what his advisors told him.

While he ignored his warnings he was painfully aware, however, how difficult it was going to be for a Grisha on the throne. It was the first time something liked this had ever happened and unfortunately, the country was filled with people who resented Grisha for their powers.

Nikolai feared that the people were never going to accept you. Hence why he'd been keeping you secluded in the palace.

To be fair, you were doing a wonderful job. Like he had pointed out, you were not accustomed to politics but you made up for that with empathy and kindness. You started to interest yourself with the problem of poverty and lack of provisions for some parts of the country.

And while no one was aware of it, Nikolai often turned to you for military strategy. You were an apt soldier and had fought bravely alongside him and everyone else in the battle of the Fold. You were the very reason why he was still alive, to be honest.

While this arrangement worked for the first months of your reign, it was starting to feel an inadequate effort. You needed to do more, you wanted to do more. You didn't expect Nikolai to oppose it so vehemently.

"If I didn't want to be here I wouldn't be, Nikolai, you'd do well to remember it," you pointed out coldly, straightening your spine.

"Since you seem so adverse at spending time with me or including me in important matters, I'll find someone else who will." And with that, chin held high, you walked out of the room.

You missed him. It felt absurd to say this but you missed your husband. He was always busy with meetings or official visits to some noble across the country. For most of them, he went alone or with Zoya.

You knew that she was his first in command but you couldn't help but be bothered by it. It was one thing to accept the fact that he hadn't given the role to you "because the queen cannot have that role as well", it was a whole other thing to accept the fact that another woman spent more time with your husband than you did.

Countless were the fights you had with him in this regard. But they were pointless. Nikolai was still set on not bringing you and he and Zoya were always found together.

You didn't know what hurt more. The blow at your pride for being denied a position you deserved because of who you loved, the jealousy or being punished for your identity.

One thing was sure though, it was getting too much. At first, you pulled thought for Nikolai but now that you didn't have him anymore, your efforts seemed to be in vain.

So, like you had told Nikolai, you looked for someone who was willing to teach you. You wanted to help and if Nikolai wasn't going to let you here at the palace, then you'd find somewhere else.

Count Kirigin had always been nice to you and he was a very generous host. You knew that he played a central role in Nikolai's plan so you thought that there was no one better than him.

You reached out to him, wrote him a letter in which you showed interest in his activity and asked him if he was willing to show you. Of course, anything that came from the queen or the king couldn't be denied but you knew that the Count truly enjoyed your company. If your position didn't put so much higher than everybody else, you'd even consider him a friend.

You waited for his reply before putting in motion the preparations for your departure.

In the meantime, you and Nikolai kept conducting your separate lives. Usually, you'd only see him at night when he returned to your chambers if you were still up. Now, you had decided to sleep in separate rooms too.

If he wanted a wife, then a wife he'd get. But kings and queens do not sleep together.

If the new arrangement was bothering him, you didn't know. He hadn't reached out to you nor made any move to rectify your decision.

Turns out that he wasn't even at the Palace. He had left for a mission near the border with Shu Han and wouldn't be back for at least a week. Well, then. Of course, he didn't even bother with telling you. Not even a small note.

Jokes on him though, you thought, since when he was going to come back, he'd finally get what he wanted. You weren't going to be there to bother him anymore.

Differently from him though, you did indeed left him a note. Nikolai found it a week after you had set it on his pillow. Its presence made him furrow his eyebrows since he had already been wondering where you were. You usually came out to meet him at the gates whenever he'd come back from a mission and even though you had fought before he went away, you weren't one for holding grudges. So e guessed there was something holding you.

Unfolding the paper he was met with your familiar chaotic writing.

"I don't know when you're going to find this letter but if I'm not there yet it means that I'm still at Count Kirigin's. Do not bother with writing or visiting, I'll come back when my business with him is done.

Y/n"

What in the name of every sweet loving saint???

The letter wasn't dated, no dear, no yours no nothing. Fuck. You were still mad or worse, hurt.

Asking one of the servants, he learned that you had been away for a week already. But what business could you possibly have with the Count??

Nikolai had nothing against him. Seeing Kirigin get all flustered as he tried to flirt with Zoya amused him to no end but the idea of him and you in the same house? Alone?? Unacceptable.

Not even bothering to change clothes after his long journey, Nikolai headed to the stables to ask for a well-rested horse. Luckily, Count Kirigin's estate was not too far away. A couple of hours ride.

Turns out that the Count had a lot to teach. Despite his aloof reputation and extravagant clothes, he was very observant. He lacked ambition, which was why Nikolai trusted him and had a curious way of behaving in social situations.

But Emil had been born and raised in high society. He knew how things were run even if he had no desire to be in charge of them.

So far, you'd be having a wonderful time. Emil was a wonderful host, as you remembered, but without Nikolai's presence, he was even more extravagant. He had an unexpectedly dry sense of humour and a never-ending list of jokes.

Being in the open and in the company of someone who saw y/n instead of the Queen of Ravka proved to be even more needed than you thought. You felt reinvigorated and much lighter than you'd ever been.

You had also been learning a lot. Emil had been teaching you about diplomacy. About the best ways of formulating a sentence so that you wouldn't offend anyone but still get what you wanted. He had also been talking to you about your husband's ministers. About their weaknesses and vices and what was the best way to approach them to get what you wanted.

So far, it was proving to be a wonderful decision to come here.

Whenever your mind strayed on Nikolai, you willed it to focus on something else. You didn't know if he had already come home or seen the letter. A part of you thought that if he had, he would at least write one back. But the thought felt a lot like hope and seeing as how little he saw you even before you left, you didn't think it safe to harbour it.

When Nikolai reached the estate, he was met with Kirigin's servants. They welcomed him inside and profusely apologised for the Count's absence. They told him that at this time of the day, Kirigin and his guest would usually go out on a ride but that they were also about to return.

So Nikolai waited, sitting in the most comfortable chair the Count owned, fuming at the thought that his wife had felt the need to go away and be in the company of another man.

"If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be Nikolai. You'd do well to remember it."

Your words haunted him. They were the last thing that you told him. How stupid had he been to let you walk away. How utterly careless of him to disregard you like that.

He had promised himself to truly talk to you about it once this pressing matter of state was taken care of. Apparently, he had waited too long.

But Nikolai knew that the problem was at the source. He noticed how hurt you had been when he made Zoya his first in command. Or how sad you seemed everywhere he went somewhere with her and didn't ask you to join.

He was doing so to protect you from the inevitable slander you'd be met with. He should have known though that putting you aside was going to be even worse. You were a fighter just as much as Zoya was, if not stronger.

She hid behind her veil of indifference and superiority while you had never lost that emphatic verve that made everyone love you so much. In his attempt to make you safe, he had only managed to hurt you.

You were a warrior. You had accepted the role of queen only because it was the only way for you to be with Nikolai. And instead of praising you by making you a warrior queen, he had decided to hide you away.

Well, no more.

If his mistakes had not ruined everything already, he was going to make everything better.

Lost in his musing, he didn't hear the sound of hooves approaching but he did indeed hear your laugh. It immediately brought him back to the present and a wave of ugly jealousy hit him.

He couldn't remember the last time he made you laugh.

"I shouldn't even laugh Emil, the joke was terrible," Nikolai hear you giggling from somewhere in the hall. So now he was Emil, huh.

"You know you can't resist my charm, your highness," Emil replied and Nikolai had to call on every bit of his self-control to not barge out of the room and punch him.

"Stop it, you know you can call me y/n."

Before Emil could reply, they had both made it to the sitting room where Nikolai was waiting for them. It looked like no one had warned them of his presence because Kirigin looked surprised then utterly mortified.

"Your majesty, I wasn't aware you were here. Please forgive me for making you wait."

"Don't fret Kirigin, it was an impromptu visit. I came to see how my lovely wife was doing." No matter how green he was feeling right now, he knew that Kirigin was loyal to him and the crown. Whatever was happening here wasn't one of his schemes.

"Of course! I'm going to send for some tea while you two get reunited." Kirigin quickly bowed before hurrying out of the room.

Nikolai met your eyes for the first time since you had arrived. If at first, you were surprised to see him, now you couldn't help but be a bit sceptical about this visit.

"What are you doing here?" you asked breaking the ice.

"You leave with only a few lines on where you're going and you expect me to just accept it?" He scoffed, his hands curling on the armrests of the chair.

"It's more than what you gave me," you quipped, crossing your arms on your chest.

Nikolai sighed while his gloved hands run through his hair. You were right and he knew it. He had been a horrible husband lately.

"I know you're mad at me, honey, but listen-"

"I'm not mad. You didn't want to give me what I wanted so I went looking for it somewhere else." Scrolling your shoulders, you interrupted him without meeting his eyes. A list of excuses was not what you wanted nor what you needed from him.

Nikolai didn't miss the innuendo. His jaw clenched, his hands closed in fists. But he willed himself to stay calm.

"You think Kirigin can give you something that I can't?" Nikolai was a master in diplomacy. Never did he get frustrated or angry or raised his voice, even with the most aggravating people. Here though, with you, he didn't have to keep a façade. He spoke through his teeth barely containing his anger.

"Well, so far, he's been giving me attention and interesting pointers that no, Nikolai, you refused to give me."

"So this is how you solve your problems? Running away in the countryside with Emil?" Nikolai sneered, his tone souring around Kirigin's name.

"Don't you do the same with your precious first in command?" Tired after your ride with Emil, you plopped down on the chair in front of Nikolai's. Completely ignoring his tone, you pointed out calmly. The perfect image of aloofness even when it was the last thing you were in this moment.

"That's different," he snapped trying to meet your eyes that were carefully analyzing your hands.

"Yes," you signed, "it seems that when I'm concerned everything is different."

"There's nothing between me and Zoya, y/n and you know it." Nikolai was getting more frustrated by the second. He came here to apologize, to make things right and so far, the conversation was going in the opposite directions.

"Maybe now, but you spend more time with her than you do with me. It's only a matter of time before it happens and you're sorely mistaken if you think I'll just stand by and watch."

"This is not about Zoya," he insisted but so far, he wasn't getting the reaction out of you he wanted. You seemed... resigned at the situation. And that worried Nikolai to no end.

"It never is."

"Why did you run away?" Opting for a more direct approach, he bit the bullet and went straight to the point.

"I did not run away," you scoffed in contempt at his choice of words, "I told you I wanted to do more and Emil is teaching me. Not everyone is so against spending time with me, you know." You shot him a glance.

It was the first time that you had looked at him since you had been left alone.

"I married you, y/n. How can you possibly believe I don't want to spend time with you?" As desperation slipped through his words, Nikolai leaned towards you in his seat. As if he couldn't bear the distance between you anymore. But you knew it wasn't that. You and he had been distant for months now.

"Because that's what's happening, Nikolai," you clipped back and Nikolai had to refrain from wincing at your tone.

"It's not intentional, my love, I've just been busy." His tone softened. It was a poor excuse of an apology but it was sadly the truth.

"But when I say that I want to join or help you with it you strongly oppose?" Again, there was that suspicious implication in your words that Nikolai just couldn't stand. To think that you believed he'd ever cheat on you with another woman when he had done so much, taken so many risks, to be with you.

"It's not what you think, y/n." He insisted again but immediately realized he had said the wrong thing when he saw you leaning back into your chair shaking your head.

"I don't think anything, anymore. Do whatever you want. You do your thing and I'll do mine. I won't be a bother to you anymore." Holding up your hands, you gestured as you spoke.

A beat. Nikolai froze in his seat at what you were suggesting.

"You're never a bother to me. Never." He leaned even forwards in his chair, basically only propping on it now. The desperation was now clear in his voice. He reached out to you to try and take hold of your hands but you were too distant.

"I love you more than anything in this world and if you think that I'm going to let you go without a fight, you're sorely mistaken." The steel determination of his words caught you off guard. Nikolai was strong-headed, you knew that better than anyone else, but it had been a long while since that determination had been directed to you.

"You already did." It was barely a whisper. The sad truth about your reality, the downfall of your relationship. The wavering of your voice, the pain in your eyes were enough to tip Nikolai off the edge.

"Milaya, please."He fell onto his knees in front of you. Leaning forward he reached for your hands that he could now hold. "I'm sorry. I put you in a difficult position when I married you and I tried my best to protect you."

"I don't need protecting, Nikolai, especially if it's by pushing me away."

"I was keeping you away from danger and I know that you're strong and capable but I hate to think of you as the object of public slander." His eyes darted between yours, frantic, desperate to make you understand.

"I'm Grisha, Nikolai. It's nothing new to me," you pointed out but then it hit you.

"By difficult position, you meant a Grisha Queen, didn't you?" Your eyes hardened at the implications, your hands going slack in his hold. You would have pulled them away if Nikolai didn't tighten his hold.

"Please, do not think I'm regretting my choice or I think you're not worthy of the title because that's not true." Pulling your hands, he tried to get you closer to him. "I fear that there will be repercussions among the people." And there it was, at last, the truth.

"And among your ministers," you added remembering Emil's lessons on the people at court and their role.

You scoffed when he stayed silent. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought I was doing the right thing, my love."

"So Zoya can handle it and I can't?"

"For the millionth time," he groaned, "I don't care about Zoya."

"I only care about you and I know you can handle it. I just didn't want you to. You deserve happiness and peaceful life and I know it's impossible to have in this saints' forsaken country but I can at least try." His eyes lowered in shame and his confession sent a pang through your heart. You took a moment to take in what he said.

Never had you thought about the possibility of Nikolai's distance was a form of protection. You were a soldier of the Second Army, after all. But being a queen, especially a Grisha one, was a delicate thing.

It was the first time in history that something like this happened. Nikolai's worries were not unfounded since even after the destruction of the Fold, anti-Grisha movements were spreading fast.

It was sad to see the General's attempt of assuring safety for Grisha, provoking exactly the opposite thing.

"Oh, Kolya," returning his grip, you leaned towards him, "I just want a life with you by my side."

"As do I. I want you always and forever but above all, I want you safe. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, you know it right?"

"I just ask that you tell me the truth and let me play the role I've been given."

"It's not going to be easy. People at court-"

"I know. That's why I'm here. Emil's been teaching."

"Well, no more. I'm going to take care of it from now on."

"Is this a promise or a threat?"

"Rest assured my love, the difference between the two is almost nonexistent." He flashed you a smirk and you couldn't help but smile at him. Here it was, your beloved Nikolai.

"Things are going to change, aren't they?" you murmured softly as he gently rested his forehead against yours.

"We're going to show everyone what a "power couple" is." Here was his promise. Sealed with the gentlest nudging of his nose to yours. The action made you smile and your heart soar. You missed these little moments of intimacy with him.

One of his hands came to cradle your face as the other kept hold of your left hand. Your rings softly clicked as they touched. A form of reassurance.

"I love you, y/n."

"And I you, Kolya."

You were completely lost in your little bubble, even more so when Nikolai's lips finally met yours, that you had forgotten where you were. And that there was an embarrassed Kirigin outside the door waiting for the right moment to come in with tea.

[hebigami]

SINoALICE x NieR Replicant Collab Event ENG Translations

Done for friends, a translation of the story missions for the current collab between 「SINoALICE」and「NieR Replicant」.

If you want to follow along with the Japanese voiced story segments, this Youtube playlist has them.

01. PRE-BATTLE NARRATION (NIER)

“Wake up… Please wake up!”

I feel myself being shaken.

Someone… Someone is calling my name.

This voice… Emil?

“You know me?”

Of course.  

I would never forget a friend.  But that form… ?

“I used so much magic, so my body…”

Talking with Emil, who has become just a head, my memories begin to seep back into my newly awakened mind.

That’s right.

My sister.  Where is my sister, Yona?

 IN-BATTLE DIALOGUE

Nier: “This enemy… a Shade?”

Nier: “I definitely… defeated the Shadow Lord…”

Nier: “So where the hell is Yona?”

Emil: “Just focus on the enemies before us for now!”

Nier: “Alright!”

 POST-BATTLE NARRATION (NIER)

We… Humanity was approaching extinction.

Monsters called Shades were razing villages and killing the people, and their leader the Shadow Lord kidnapped Yona.

I know I hunted the Shades with my friends, defeated them, saved Yona…

So then… Where are we?

It seems like we’re the only two people in this strange world.

I don’t know what this place is, but there are Shades after us, so it’s dangerous to stay here.

We need to hurry up and find Yona.

02. PRE-BATTLE NARRATION (NIER)

Everyone in our world had their hands full just trying to survive.

But still, there were kind people among them, and my sister and I were able to get by.

 03. PRE-BATTLE NARRATION (EMIL)

He was kind and honest with everyone…

Even with my ugly body... He embraced me.

He was that sort of warm person.

  04. PRE-BATTLE NARRATION (NIER)

Constantly hunting down Shades�� Living off the proceeds…

We were able to survive each day precisely because there were such enemies infesting the world.

 05. PRE-BATTLE NARRATION (NIER)

By continuing to cut down Shades we keep moving forward… and we come to a beautiful garden I remember from before.  

This… This is the place called the Shadow Lord’s Castle.

The destination of our previous journey.

The place where the Shadow Lord who took my sister Yona was.

Here I defeated the Shadow Lord and saved Yona.

That’s how it was supposed to be.

“There might be some clue here!”

That’s right… It’s as Emil says.

We can’t stop here.

So, we head deeper into the castle.

 05. IN-BATTLE DIALOGUE

Nier: “This is where Yona was imprisoned.”

Nier: “So maybe, just ahead…”

Nier: “The Shadow Lord? But I killed you!”

Emil: “So this is the Shadow Lord… What strong magical power…”

Emil: “We’ll be in danger if this goes on… We have to defeat him!”

 05. POST-BATTLE NARRATION (NIER)

The defeated Shadow Lord vanishes like a shadow corroded by the light.

I searched the area, but find no trace at all of Yona.

It’s like the truth is being blotted out in ink black, and I feel doubts rising about my own memories.

The precious friend beside me.

The pain of losing something you love.

Whether this is reality or a dream, I still have to try to save my sister.

Because that’s my reason for being alive.

That’s what I decided.

  06. PRE-BATTLE NARRATION (NIER)

There were villagers who worried about my kidnapped sister.

But what they lacked was the power to actually help.

Words of sympathy alone couldn’t do anything to save her.

  07. PRE-BATTLE NARRATION (EMIL)

All I received was this accursed power and this unsightly body.

But that’s fine.

Because I was able to be of use to everyone.

 08. PRE-BATTLE NARRATION (NIER)

Yona never did anything wrong.

Still, she was swallowed up by the chaos of our world.

I’ll protect her. Even if it means destroying everything else.

  09. PRE-BATTLE NARRATION (NIER)

I hear a small voice calling my name.

Turning around, I see a small girl standing in the depths of the darkness.

That… Yona?  Is that Yona?

“Watch out!”

Emil, who had called out, is struck by some sort of black mass.

The black shadow, creeping as if it had a life of its own, envelops the body of the girl and begins to warp her.

No, that can’t be Yona… It’s not her!

So… I have to kill it.

 09. IN-BATTLE DIALOGUE

Nier: “Yona… Yona…”

Nier: “Yona… Where did you take her!”

Emil: “Are you alright? Please, calm down-“

Nier: “Return her to me!”

Nier: “I have to protect Yona!”

 09. POST-BATTLE NARRATION (EMIL)

Once the battle ends, the sound of the enemy being hacked to pieces over and over and the screaming voice echo in my ears.

“Give Yona back to me! Give Yona back to me!  Give Yona back to me!”

Like a broken machine, he just keeps repeating those words again and again.

Saving his only sister is his reason for living.

In that case…

My reason* for living is to keep supporting him until then.

(* It’s worth noting that kanji use in this sentence can have the nuance of “excuse for living”)

  10. PRE-BATTLE NARRATION (NIER)

There are desires that can’t be fulfilled no matter how much you pray.

Even if the days we floundered through turn out pointless, humans have value just by living.

That’s why you can never give up.

  11. PRE-BATTLE NARRATION (EMIL)

It might turn out to be painful.

I might be happier just forgetting it.

But even so, I can’t give up.

I… want to see you.

 12. PRE-BATTLE NARRATION (EMIL)

“Yona… Give Yona back to me… !”

As if responding to his wish, the black shadow appears, enveloping his entire body.

This shadow is just like that girl’s before…

I can’t let that shadow devour him!

No… No… !

“Yona… Where is Yonaaaaaa!?!”

It’s a cry that cuts through the black shadow.

Left standing is that man, crushed under the weight of his responsibilities.

And that person… he looks exactly like the Shadow Lord did.

12. IN-BATTLE DIALOGUE

Emil: “No way… Why do you look like that?”

Emil: “Don’t!  You’ll be taken over by the Shades!”

Emil: “Come back, please!”

[Precious Person] Enemy: “Yonaaaaaaa!”

Emil: “Please!  Wake up!”

 12. POST-BATTLE NARRATION (EMIL)

Please!

Return to how you were before!

I can’t defeat you.

A world without you…

Ah, I see…

I should have noticed from the beginning.

There’s no way, right?

The person precious to me possessed by fiends, Kaine isn’t here…

A world with… No one else in it…

Because everything… Was a lie.

 12. IN-BATTLE NARRATION PART II (EMIL)*

(* Note: [Precious Person] enemy is now labeled [Once Precious Person])

Emil: “This is a dream… It’s surely a dream, but…”

Emil: “Why is it still painful…?”

Emil: “Why is it still so difficult?”

Emil: “I finally… Met you again…”

Emil: “That’s right… I met you.”

Emil: “No matter how tough, no matter how painful…”

Emil: “You never gave up.”

Emil: “That’s why I won’t either.”

Emil: “I’ll protect the place where he lived!”

  12. POST-BATTLE NARRATION PART II (EMIL)

I once had some precious friends.

But over time so long that I can’t even begin to keep track, those precious memories began to crumble.

All that was left in the end was the memory of [wanting to see him again].

That hope somehow became connected to a world in which such desires could be granted, and it seems I was shown some sort of distorted dream.

It’s alright if it’s a lie.

It’s alright if it’s a dream.

It’s too lonely for me to keep on living by myself in a world fighting a never-ending battle with Machines.

For relieving even an ounce of that solitude…

Thank you.