Looking through my data, I can’t find any way to kill a Revenant. Ugh, why can’t it be as simple as stabbing them?

  So first, there’s the question if it even is a Revenant, or their sister. But I doubt it, it’s probably a revenant.

  “Things don’t happen without a reason in this world, I learned that a long time ago.”

  Shaking my head, I look at the phone I got from Lumi, a bit upset at the thought of killing her anyways, a bit glad there’s no easy way to kill their sister.

  ‘But beyond that, first I need to find my way to her. And they only show up in one’s dreams, unless one knows how to reach them. I’d need to use Yuna as bait to reach her. That's not easy either. But, I can do that. Fine.’

  Looking at the walls of the room that once belonged to Mira, I shake the feeling of guilt away.

  ‘Now, depending on how good their disguise is and how long they’ve held it, that hints at their power. And this one must be far more powerful than the Other. Anything short of annihilation will do nothing to kill it, just piss it off. And put us all at more risk.’

  Sighing, I rub my head. ‘So… how? How the fuck do I do this?’

  I’m right back where I started. Hopeless, and praying to fate and Kosm.

  Getting off the bed, I head over to the living room. I might as well do something with this time, and see if I can’t come up with something.

  Do what exactly?

  Dropping to my hands and feet, I start pushups.

  ‘10… 20… 40…’

  My breathing quickly grows ragged, and my sweat is dripping down my back and my nose as I go.

  By the time I reach fifty, I’m struggling, but force myself against the strain. I can handle this much.

  I’m going so hard, I don’t notice the gaze on me, studying my body with a mix of appreciation and worry. All I’m wearing is a sports bra and shorts, so the look isn’t surprising, most people would love a figure like mine.

  Well, if only I hadn’t spent the last two months idle like a sloth and barely able to move. Now that I can, I need to catch up.

  “Hah… a hundred and one.”

  Finally, I let myself take a break, collapsing to the floor and rolling onto my back, spotting Yuna staring at me with a slight blush. “...good job.”

  ‘Right… she’s never seen me in good shape before… all she’s seen is a cripple in bed…’

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  “It’s not much… ha… I’m in shit shape after two months…”

  Blinking in surprise, she sits next to me on the floor. “Really? A hundred is in bad shape?”

  Letting out a quiet chuckle, I nod. “I used to be able to do triple that in a set… now I can barely do a hundred… it’s terrible…”

  After that, it’s an awkward moment of silence. Things left unsaid… guess I should say what I found, huh? As much as I prefer enjoying her company and not pissing her off.

  Finally caught my breath enough, I try to sit up- before groaning and flopping onto my back.

  “Are you alright?”

  “Ha… my abs are more rocked than I thought… I can’t sit up…”

  Pausing, she stares at me, before giggling a bit. “Want some help?”

  “Sure…” She stands in front of me, giving me a nice view of her body from below. Pretty.

  Grabbing her hand, she pulls me to a stand and helps me to the couch.

  With mock offense, I speak. “Hey, I’m not enfeebled you know?”

  Shaking her head, she sits me down. “You’re still a bit hurt, aren’t you? So I’ll still help.”

  Nodding a bit, I rest my aching body against the couch. The burns on my form are present of course, but no longer harmfully so. Instead, I have patches of dark skin from the scars, across my otherwise light skin.

  “Alright… thanks, Yuna…”

  Sighing, I speak again, looking at her somberly. “Look… I know what I said. We have some good and some bad news for it. Well, bad news, really.”

  Her expression grows worried, and she looks at me attentively. I expected more of a pull back from her… but I guess she cares too much.

  “...I can’t kill her. Even if I wanted to and had good reason, it’s likely impossible.”

  Tail swaying low and ears perking up in a strange mix of sadness and excitement, she looks confused. “What? You can’t?”

  “No… if she is what I think she is, she’s far more dangerous than the Other. Maybe not in a fight, but that’s not what matters. In her realm, which is where we’d need to face her, she controls the rules, the battlefield. She’d blink us out of existence if we became a threat in the world she greets you in.”

  Her eyes widen. “W-what? That’s it?”

  “...sometimes, it’s far better to avoid getting the attention of these things… no, always. There’s no winning, there’s only surviving with the scars. So… pray to whatever god you believe in that she’s friendly, or that I find a solution before it becomes deadly.”

  My body slumps into the couch a bit more, before I feel her tail thump against my leg… again… and again… and again.

  ‘Okay while it’s cute and all, it’s sorta annoying in its own way.’

  “...I… um, I’m not really angry with you. Or Lumi.”

  Slowly I look over at her. “Huh? I mean, I would’ve probably been.”

  “No I… I get it. You just want to protect us, and… don’t want to feel like it’s your fault if we get hurt again. Right?”

  …nodding slightly, she continues in response. “So… I get it. As much as I don’t want it to happen, I do get it. You care… about both of us.”

  Quietly, she mumbles and adds on one little bit more. “...especially Lumi.”

  ‘...huh?’

  Raising an eyebrow, I look over at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Uhm, nothing.”

  Giving her a deadpan expression, I just slowly nod, not caring to push the issue. I already heard what I needed to, anyways.

  And… the guilt I feel isn’t so heavy, now. Thankfully.

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