He had been doing it for a long time that now it became easier, the number of failed times reduced greatly; so much that the last time he failed must certainly be a hundred missions ago. He couldn’t remember his name anymore or his gender for that matter. After a while, he stopped thinking about existential questions and tried getting on with his new identities that changed every single time. What stayed the same and that he was absolutely certain, however, was that he was supposed to locate his target and let him have a good life. If the said target had already committed atrocities, he must redeem him/her no matter what, the redeeming taking priorities over any good life he/she could have. The ideal, though, was to both redeem and let the person have a good life.
It was his punishment.
What did he do to deserve it? He couldn’t quite remember and had long stopped trying. For how long was he supposed to keep going on? That too, was a piece of information if had once been known to him, disappeared a long ago in his mind, buried in the meanders of his memories.
His target was the villains. Consequently, he himself could have multiple identities. He could be the villain, the villain’s friend, his/her lover, loyal dog, sibling, parent… his identities were quite wide and far so long as it was in relation to the villain.
He was transported from world to world without any respite, the information he needed directly imprinted in his soul. His work was easier if he came before the villain did too many horrible things before too many sins had been committed. If he wasn’t lucky enough to enter such settings, then he could just do his best to alleviate it, bring the villain on the correct path, redeem him, and thrive to give him a happy end.
He always set himself to give the other a happy end, no matter what kind of end it may be, and that end, he was doing his best to portray it to how the villain himself would have wanted it.
He always set himself to give the other a happy end, no matter what kind of end it may be, and that end, he was doing his best to portray it to how the villain himself would have wanted it.
He wasn’t sure he was happy himself so he always tried to let them be happy at least, if only on his behalf. To be honest, he wasn't doing this out of the goodness of his heart, only the world knew if he was a good person anyway. No, he was doing this by egoism. He needed to focus on something so that he could forget his very own existence. Because once those existential questions came back nagging at the back of his mind again... then loneliness was the least of his worries in this vast sea of existence where no one knew the real him...
It was so easy, if he let himself go, to turn into a fool...
It was so easy, if he let himself go, to turn into a fool...
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