Shion: Commander…
Cherenkov: I never really existed at all… I…
The images of Cherenkov’s story appeared.
Cherenkov: 36 years ago… The year after the Zoar Incident, which led up to the
Miltian Conflict. I was brought into this world as a weapon of warfare… It
happened all the time back then. Killing was my…no, our whole reason for
existence. The fortunate ones were those who could adapt to that way of life.
Even luckier were those who died on the battlefield. But I was never granted
that opportunity. Before I could find some significance to my own life, the war
ended, and I was left behind while the world went on.
The images ended.
Cherenkov: I tried to adapt… But the language I spoke was so different from the
rest of the world. I thought the entire world had rejected me. But the
Commander… It felt like he really needed me. I saw a future for myself in the
Commander… Or, I wanted to, at least. But I had to rely on the drugs to
communicate with the rest of the world. It was because I hadn’t changed… After
everything that happened, I hadn’t changed at all. Now I finally understand.
The world didn’t reject me, I rejected the world. Shion… I like it here. I’m
the only living thing that exists in this place. There’s nothing else. No
anger, no sadness, no happiness, not even a future… The only thing that’s
here…is me. And that’ll eventually fade away… It feels good… This is exactly
what I’ve been searching for all this time… Shion…you’ll eventually find
yourself here, too… I’m sure of it… It won’t be much longer… I know… I…can tell…
Not like it matters, but i believe i qouted this from Xenosaga. just to let you all know.
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