Somehow, Fay managed to avoid pulling me into her own rebirth.
Even though she super willingly shared the pain of my undergoing the process, she deeply desired to keep me out of her own struggle.
It wasn't a conscious decision, just her painfully adorable nature of trying not to burden me.
And right now, with all of her aura pathways shattered, Fay literally found herself at the doorstep of death.
Still, as complex as this process was from an outsider's perspective, now that I had pretty much merged into her being, I was forced into Fay's own point of view.
Or rather, a silent observer's point of view, given how I looked down at her trail from above, perfectly aware even with all my might, I wasn't precise enough to safely interfere with her own trial.
Whatever was behind its creation had to be on the same level as my system… or maybe even better, the level of whoever created my system.
