The door closed behind the mother of the child as she took him inside.
Only I was left alone. Dirty, old, and dark under the black of the night sky. The flickering streetlight was the only thing that was brightening me up.
Just because someone had lived long didn't mean they were old. They wouldn't grow without exposure to things. Development.
Yes.
No…
That was just an excuse.
As I blinked my eyes, the walls of the house were replaced by windows with yellow curtains always pulled down. In front of me, the child grew day after day, and so did its parents. Another year passed and they birthed another child, a daughter.
A daughter that would eventually use both, Mana and Ki in that world. The goal that the researchers wanted.
In between that happy, loving family, I was the only fake.
Excuses were useless. They were as useless then as they are now.
And I knew so.
That child knew so.
