#masteroftheheavenlyyard

Damn, he needs to lock his doors- not like that would stop someone who can teleport, but maybe it'd at least give the guy a hint. The blond clears up his face with his arm sock, and slowly sits up and turns around to face the masked doppelganger.

"W-Wh--?!" he tries to shove the other away, immediately off-put by the enclosed environment, alone with someone weird. He takes a step back and gets a good look at the culprit-- himself?

"A-Are you kidding me? I-I'd know if I was 'being followed', I only heard my footsteps and out of nowhere, someone who sounded like Waiter! I guess that was you, huh?"

"....Heavenly?"

Elluka stared at the paper, hands shaking.

...Give up..?

..What....?

After all her work... After doing so much...?

The witch struggled to breath, collapsing to her knees. She felt hot, as if her entire body was heating up. At the same time, her chest felt so cold.

She covered her mouth for a moment, thinking of all that had happened. All the lives that had been lost.

And for what...? For nothing...? If he can't do it... Does that mean I can? He's stronger...! I.. I can't.. Not if he...

She let the letter fall, trembling. Everything she had lived for up to this point shattered in three sentences.

"Do you really think that he’s that fucking dense-"