CLANG!

The sound of the impact echoed in the dark room, there was only that little shiny thing, who was you, and them there, Kris.

Kris's eyes, exhausted from both physical and mental exhaustion, stared back at the heart. In that damn cage, you would have no way out, right? Kris would enjoy these few minutes feeling like themself again...

"Stop talking to Noelle..." they mutter grabbing the cage and shaking it, "Stop acting like you're me to her, you understand me?"

This situation seemed silly, could it be that this shiny thing that made them seal dark fountains and have the strength of a true hero really understood what they were saying?

Kris wasn't sure about that or about any other thing anymore, this was what it was like to feel outside of yourself. In the mirror, what did you mean at all? It was them, Kris...or that SOUL...

"I'm not asking much of you, just leave Noelle out of all this..."