[ The reaction isn't unexpected, but the tight feeling in his chest isn't. It might be less painful to have someone crack his ribs open and tear his heart out than to see that look on Odasaku's face.

His fingers twitch, hand lifting a few inches before falling back down and hitting against his side. He stays where he is, allowing the other to make distance, and it takes everything to maintain his composure. He smooths his expression out, exhaling softly.

This isn't a conversation that he wants to have. He doesn't want to remind Odasaku of his final hours. He doesn't want to remember them either, though he always does; it's there in his daydreams, in his nightmares, always lurking in the back of his mind.

Butt he just can't bring himself to deceive him.

Odasaku invites him to continue, and so he does. ]

Yes... That's right. The world that you live in is what could be called the original world, or perhaps reality, but outside of that is an infinite number of possible worlds... I lived in one of those worlds.

[ He places his hand over his heart as he makes that final statement. ]

As you know, my ability can nullify all abilities. I used that trait to create a point of singularity and forcibly connect the world's fragments. After that, I succeeded in reading the memories of the me that exists in the original world... Everything from the events that would eventually lead to our meeting to the years that followed after our parting.

[ It was a lot for a fifteen year old, but he's never once regretted it. It was like he was given a second chance. ]