immortal.

“Yes, I believe it will now.” Ah, well, perhaps he still needed some comfort and reassurance through transforming into someone who cared for him.

“It’s none of your business!” An outburst as expected when asked such a sensitive topic. Fushi could easily count the number of people he was personally attached to that had died. After all, he had all of their names, his relationship with them, and the powers that they all had written on a piece of paper he could create at any time. In reality, what made him snap at the question was the people he couldn’t save during knocker attacks or even people he couldn’t save during the death matches on Jananda.

He calms down a bit when he realized that his tone was unjustified; Fushi found it difficult to continue being angry at another for long. Those that have attempted to murder him have gotten off without a simple scolding. Still, he was conflicted, and the sadness inside of him wouldn’t cease to exist so quickly.

“I’m not as tired now..” 

He used to be tired. Tired of people, of learning, of having everything taken away from him in the blink of an eye. But now, he had some form of motive to stay alive; if those within the island were able to attain some form of their own immortality, that meant that everything he learns and every relationship he places himself into won’t disappear if he grew too negligent. Everyone around him struggled with immortality. He, too, should try to cope with his own.

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“……. I’m afraid not.” Says a guy that technically died twice before coming to the city.

“What?” The pilot turned around as sharply as the tone with which she spoke, her eyes already narrowed in annoyance.

She flung more petals off of her person, not caring where they landed after.

“Just because I have pink hair doesn’t mean I’m the same as these trees and their–ugh– stupid petals!”

“If you say so.”

“That is not always the case. It should be impossible, but this place doesn’t follow the rules of life and death.” Echo knew because she shouldn’t be alive, but being brought here had granted her a second chance.

“Even if it did, I think… it is because people don’t come back that we should remember them.”

“Does that mean all of the people who I once knew, that died, can come back here..? Do they always come back? What is this place if they don’t? It can’t be death, not if I’m here.”

He stopped for a moment, his panic slowly seizing at her words.

“Of course I do. Gramps, Parona, Pyron, March, Gugu, Rean, Tonari.. Ahhh.. I don’t know which ones I’ve forgotten, though.”

“If it’s romantic love, like what Kahak and Baron Spring Roll talk about.. then no. I don’t understand that yet, the feeling of romance. I couldn’t even understand it in books, but maybe it’ll happen if I try, though I’m not really interested.”

He stares down at the ground for a moment. With his eternal life and the man in the black coat pushing him to procreate, it wouldn’t be far off for him to figure it out. ‘Love’ towards others.. he’d only grown it to the point of an animal-like instinct, to the point where he sees those as a means of protection. 

“.. What’s the point of a night respecting the dead here when the people who really died don’t come back..”

As far as he knew, anyways.

Transforming into a wolf for the day didn’t seem like a big deal until he found himself tangled around in a stringy substance. It wasn’t anything he had seen before; vines, wool, or anything of the sort couldn’t compare to the rubbery object wrapped around him. When he attempted to bite it off, he was met with a prickling sensation in his mouth. Struggling to free himself caused him to become even more tangled, the string coming along with him as he flopped upon the ground in frustration.

“I don’t understand this stuff! What is it made of?!” He yelped, paws stretching it further and forcing it to writhe on his neck. “And even if I become March.. or Parona.. it’d still be stuck! Who thought this was a good idea, it’s not even as useful as rope!” He continued speaking as a wolf, of all things, and hadn’t been paying attention to his surroundings. Glancing upwards when he heard a footstep towards him, he immediately panicked.

He was talking to himself. Well, talking to the trees was a better way to describe it. While they couldn’t talk back to him, at least he felt calm and serene in this moment within their company. While he didn’t have many of his powers he received upon birth, he could still feel empathy towards nature and living, breathing creatures. They were all a part of himself, was what the man in the black hood told him. Thus, when another walked near him, he could sense she was also a person he could trust, same as the forest he confided in.

There was no anxiety in this meeting for Fushi, though he was a tad awkward as he stepped in front of her way. Holding in his breathe for a moment, it didn’t take long for him to blurt out his thoughts to her. "This might seem strange.. But I feel like I can trust you.” He narrows his eyes for a moment.

“What the hell can you do?” 

Amazing. The person in front of him was extremely different from the ones he’s ever met. He reminded him of Gugu; someone who didn’t fit the surroundings at all. Even then, this led Fushi to enjoy what the person looked like even more. His old friend gained the ability to shoot fire from his mouth, and with that idea in mind, a person who appeared stranger than Gugu could probably do anything.

With a bright smile on his face and the enthusiasm of a child, Fushi corrected his wording from a negative to a positive.