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I was still slightly shaken with my weakened state. "No one, and I mean no one, will ever hurt you again, or I will kill them. No matter who they are. Do you understand me?" Koa growled, emphasizing the will before kill. I nodded carefully and pressed my face into the side of his neck, fresh tears flowing down my cheeks.

GO GO GO! Suddenly, there's some line obstruction coming from the phone. It seems Restia warped to Ruby. "Ruby— your master summons you!" “NYA! MYASTER!? MYASTERRRR!!! MYASTER ARE YOU ALRIGHT!!? MYASTER!!!” "Thank you very much for your concern I'm good as a fiddle— WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HOUSE AGAIN YOU IDIOT…!!?" "NYA!? FOR— FORGIVE RUBY NYA!!?" "I FORGIVE YOU! NOW GO AND REPAIR EVERYTHING ALREADY!!!"

soon goddess permits me to be reborn. and I chat with her a little more. goddess:- are you not going in. hi look I already open it. me:- I want to say something about my life before I forget. by the way tea is tasty. will you listen to me goddess:- don't act like a child and tell me what you want to tell me:- I want to tell you that can you give me a superpower. I want something that only I possessed and can I tell her that I love her. before I go there and forget my memories. she maybe feels scared and anxious. can I talk with her

Though in a way, that was certainly true. They realized that it was attempting to speak to the both of them, in the ways that they communicated best. “We need to know why you’re doing this,” Freya and Raijin answered. “We asked you before, but didn’t quite get what you were saying. But now that we’re here, we wanna hear you say it again. In your own voice and your own words.” Godeater tilted its head slightly as an expression of curiosity spread across its face. “Please define ‘this’,” it replied. “I require specificity in your meaning. I am unable to process otherwise.”

“What?” “Try again,” he said, his tone patient but firm. “The only way to truly master your power is through repetition.” I took a small step back, shaking my head. “I don’t kno—what if I can’t? What if I fail?” Damien’s expression didn’t change, but something in his gaze softened. He stepped closer again, closing the distance between us. “You won’t,” he said simply. “And even if you do, it doesn’t matter.”