Arc of the Souls Chapter 50: Intermission - Asheera: Royalty and Destiny

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[ Part 2 of the Royalty & Loyalty Series ] [ Nymeria Town, 2187 ] There is never a dull moment in this town. When the blizzard died down a few months after I first met Roselka, it seemed as if everything was going to be alright. It's already been a year since we met, and the town's now in a much better state than before. The only thing that has stayed was the permafrost the blizzard left behind on the ground. Snow and ice remained for a long, long time. But that's okay. The snow and ice gives me something to look at when I'm bored. Gods, snow... Something that bores me when I get bored. I'm always bored... That's why there's never a dull moment in this town. Maybe I'm just that pathetic that I view everything that other people might view 'trivial' as something uniquely entertaining. After all, what's there that's different? We all live in poverty and we all shit, recycle the shit and make food out of it. We lack the necessary technology and the economy is as stable as the town's morale. And what can I do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing! Nothing has changed since the day I wanted to die. That feeling hasn't gone away. I still want to die. But I'm not allowed to, am I? Because this one person refuses to let me kill myself. Roselka Eria. The one who bears the last name of the Royal Family. It took a year for me to realize that she was from the Royal Family, or at least, related to the Royal Family. Are all people of the Royal Family so excruciatingly beautiful? Are all people of the Royal Family so full of hope? Are they just perfect Testharian beings while we are comparable to a mutt with no quality? Just a lifeless mutt. I hate myself. I just hate myself so much. I'm envious of everyone. Jealous of everyone. I hold no remarkable qualities other than being some hate-filled misanthropist. I hate myself and with it, I hate everyone. I hate my parents who treat me like shit, and now they're busy shoveling shit to feed us. I hate my brother who just stands and watches yet being praised by everyone. I hate everyone who hates handling bullshit, and the only one who hates handling bullshit is me. I hate everyone who hates everyone just because they want to. That's me. I hate just to hate. But I don't hate Death. I think that's the only thing I like alongside Roselka. She's a very nice person, but that's just her mask. She hates being here, and she has no future. I guess we're the same in a lot of ways, but unlike her, I was born with nothing. She was born with everything, and yet she has nothing. I hate people like her. I hate people who pretend to have everything but amount to nothing. I want her to hate life. I want her to experience the same things I've gone through. But even so, she understands me. I've always wondered how the Royal Family treats the peasants, but I never thought the Royal Family would care about someone like me. She was the one who helped me discover what my Soul-Spec could do. She was the one who trained me to the best of her ability, and she was the one who gave me hope. Roselka Eria. Roselka Eria. I hate her. - "The tree has a life too, so why punch it?" Roselka said as she walked up to me, her hands crossed together behind her. She's a weird girl, and I can't understand her sometimes. "If I don't punch anything else, I'll punch myself. Is that better?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows. The sight of her just irks me. The sight of myself irks me. My blood, my guts. Everything irks me. "Don't be like that." "Like what?" "Hateful." "... Come again?" "Hate, Asheera... Hate. It's all you're becoming. You're not bred to be a brute; you're bred to be the iron fist of hope. Hope, not hate." "What does it matter?" "Of course it matters. We all want to see a good ending, don't we?" "... Roselka... We stink of shit, we excrete shit, we eat shit, rinse and repeat. We're the lowest of the low. Who cares what kind of ending this shitstain of a town would have? This town can burn for all I care." With that said, I return to punching