B...but Mr. Subaru...you were..!?
No matter how hard I try ...
...1 knew you couldn't be "That person" for me...
...Or how much l'm willing to give of myself...
...Or my life itself...
...You were always a hopeless case...
...lt seems l'm destined...to always be a failure...
...There was nothing that could be done for him anymore, He would have wanted us to treat him like this....
..Here, or wherever I am...
...I wanted the chance...to call you "my friend"...
...Forgive me...Rem...
...He and me...are equally guilty...
...But your hero has no more strength...
...*I must say it... was a rather dull job~*...
...strength...that you used to give me...
...You left just like that...forcing the rest of us to suffer...
...to get on with the hell...
... Liar...Subaru you are...a liar...
...that I disguise...as a happy life...
(1)
- Why...? Why among all those whom you want to save... Don't you also want to be you? lt should be obvious...
.....
- What did you see in those two tests? ...please tell me...
...Please...
And as the person she loved most in all of creation faded away and headed for the unfathomable realms of death, she, a beautiful woman with silver hair and deep purple eyes, wrapped in an elegant gown of shadowy drapery that only enhanced her generous body proportions, lay alone in the site, was she's sobbing in a low tone, unable to see any way she could save him in the same way he save her so many moons and days ago.
Knowing that the darkand enviouspart of her was so obfuscated and shocked by what had happened, her usually chaotic mind and conscience was plunged into a graveyard calm, seeing how the gift she had offered to her beloved turned out to be unhealthy and counterproductive for him, reducing his diminished and almost nonexistent self-esteem to ashes and making him believe that he owed more to the world than he ever was given, had... or could ever had have...
And that was why her envy and jealousy along with her, now felt on wavelength with the same sense of worthlessness and contempt for herself for her beloved's current situation:
One because she did not want to understand that the boy could not live only by her love alone...
And the other because she knew that even with the pain she caused him, and the feeling of love she felt for him only tore him apart, she was incapable of leaving his side...
Unable to help him... unable to understand him... unable to be that which he really needed...
And in her inability to be anything for him.... she only had a one question for him....(Even if he never again ever answer she...)
- Is there really nothing I can do to help you?
(2)
Why do you suffer?...
Why do you think you owe anyone anything?...
You haven't hurt anyone...
Your sins are not as great as you think...
You should be happy...
You should be really happy...
....
You should be a little bit happy at least...
....
....
....
Then...
...Why can't you be happy...?
...if you are not a sinner?...
...
-...if you haven't really sinned... in the same way what you see it?...
That... and more questions wandered the mind of a physically, aesthetically and behaviorally idle and childish "girl", with a tanned, (almost brunette) complexion, with a decorative tiara of flowers resting on her head, watching the boy who had generated so much interest in her and her "sisters".
Having been left in that same catatonic state when the same boy in front of all of them finally exploded in boasts of guilt and self-loathing, and subsequently damaged his body to escape a situation he didn't want to be in, bleeding to death, while he letting out his last breaths of life in the process.
And there she remained, with one hand idly running over his spiky hair, so much so that even when sorne of his blood ran down to the folds of her white dress she didn't seemed not to mind at all, going over in her own memories similar situations, along with sorne phrases that had been said to her by someone closer to her in the past... her father, when she still walked the earth, in her eternal and self-imposed crusade against sinners.
*XXXXX*
"Pon-pon, every time a person expresses their sins in front of many people or simply explodes and starts ranting pitfully, they will ALWAYS be internally seeking absolution for them; only when someone sees himself cornered and without the possibility of continuing to it".
"In their mind they will think that it could generate the necessary pity for them to leave them alone and forgive their fails. Think it! it is almost absurd to think that someone normal and with signs of true repentance would see the need to let go of everything, just because "just now" they repent."
"Keep it well in your head Pon-pon: "Someone who does not confess his guilt knows what to expect for the crimes, and that is why he remains silent and keeps everything to himself, and if he seems so willing to be honest in a moment from which he has no escape, he will only be trying to save his own skin, with no real repentance involved".
And it was just like that that her father's words became law for her, when she accidentally brushed one of his exposed arms with her elbow, (after his many extensive tasks on the gallows, and yet so "different" in "guilt level" at the same time).
The man's arm shot out of his body in a volatile (and aggressive) stream of his own blood as he recoiled on the floor, terrified of the implications he would soon see in his little girl's cold, darkened eyes...
She was slowly approaching....as she repeated the same words over and over again...
So... you're guilty too, dad?
Perhaps his mind in his last moments was incapable of reasoning (or at less remembering) what was necessary to talk for prevent his daughter's fury from falling on his damaged figure, precisely preventing it from getting worse.
Instead he tried in vain to justify the reason behind his thoughts and emotions: that he really wasn't the one who wanted to do it, that he had to do it because "that people" had threatened to hurt them both, that he felt genuinely sorry and disgust for his own actions and other excuses...
Regardless of whether any of that was true, the words previously said by himself were the only thing that had any weight in the conversation for her, seeing it as the clearest example of a "self-fulfilling prophecy" she simply grabbed his neck while she stares into his eyes, while his skin and muscles of the man's trachea fell out of place and shattered, (like a piece of fine china dinnerware) crashing cruelly against the hard-cold floor.
Only one last sentence would he hear from her, before his consciousness, life and soul finally disappeared to head towards the unfathomable abysses of Od Laguna, (and would remain in his consciousness in his final moments) about the great calamity that he would leave as his last last cursed legacy to this cursed world, one that she would later give herself the vast task of purifying and cleansing from sins for who knows how much longer...
Bad people should not accept their guilt when they have nothing else to lose, Dad. I hope you can one day find atonement for your sins. See you later and take care!
It's not as if she had given him any time to scream, eventually the rest of his body suffered the same fate as his upper face's parts, and nothing was left but a pile of pieces and misshapen visors in the executioner's modest house, stripped of all consciousness and life.
He would never find out about the uproar that his perverse death caused, and how many local soldiers, guards and village's men would try to confront the little bastard girl, only to meet equally or worse fates to his father's in the process.
...Of course it would not be worth continuing to tell how in an effort to "try" to control her, they called pleading to the Slothful calamity: Sekhmet, ending both up eradicating the unfortunate last people left from the town, and the entire location in the process...
*XXXXX*
Remembering the memories of her not-so-long stay on earth made her return again to the reality that was presented before her.
So different and so similar in the same event, seeing in the same way that her father dully tried to justify his actions, the boy: Baru, had ranted in a way that was almost a copy of that memory situation that she projected in her head at that moment... but with one key difference: he was not seeking to receive forgiveness for anything he did, or to generate false pity so that they would feel sorry for him...
- I'll find a way to solve everything myself...!
-No one cares what happens to a useless person like me...!
-If only he had been really willing to take on his burdens... none of this would have happened...
And in the midst of the musings between the past and the present, she once again returned to the reality when she saw one of her friends: Tella-chan, who was crying uncontrollably over the dying figure of Baru...
Didn't that make him guilty? After all her friend was suffering because of him...
- ...It was you! You chained me to be this way...!
...Milla and Nerva also had that same expression, so did he really...?
-...Don't try to console me with her image, imitation...!
...I'm miserable?...and ungrateful? Are you bothering me?! ...
...and Dona-chan...
...You're just as crazy as her... and I'm sick of dealing with both of you...!
...
And Met-Met, Daph, and her just accepted his decision... mommy Met-Met and Daph left him so he could finally rest... because that was the end of a sinner, wasn't it? die and stop harming the world...
...she should feel the same satisfaction that she always had when she did it her goals in life... right?...
...
...
...
...
…Then... why...?
...Why was she now the one who felt...? guilty?
...Wasn't that her self-entrusted work for the world since her birth?...Wasn't she the one who had to give her judgment and punishment to all sinners to rid the world of evil?
...But if it wasn't that...
...why now.... 400 years after her last trial during her lifetime...
...why was she the one who felt that way...?
...
...Probably because the answer was framed by the same statement of hers...
...She was present to judge sinners and give them the punishment due to their sins...
...But the only thing she considered was that she had acted in the same way as all those criminals...
...It was him...
...he was the only one who believed he had done things wrong...
... while his friends, reality and the world itself shouted from the rooftops that he really was
...a hero...
...
...But he was a hero...
...And he deserved all the thanks and praise from him...
...Why did he feel guilty...?
...Why couldn't he be happy...?
And this is how something now happened that she did not understand (even in more than 400 years of a long and at the same time futile existence fo her).
Herself: Typhon, Witch of Pride, was unable to fit a label of "good" or "bad" to Subaru Natsuki within her simplistic standards of justice and morality....
About someone who did good and couldn't find quiet rest... that he WAS a hero and was not happy... that he had done no wrong in the present... and he felt so guilty...
And in her doubts (which generally did not pass through her mind for more than a second) she herself found herself unable to ignore this, just like the insipid justifications of her previous condemned, but at the same time she did not find the answer even in her mind, nor in his memories...
...so like her friend Dona, she stopped looking for the answer where she knew she wouldn't find it and decided instead to "find" the questions and answers...
...questions and answers that, like Echidna, always said:
"If you are determined enough to get them, sooner or later you would find the answers from him."
Thus, even with the blood of the miserable boy having already spread throughout all the folds of her dress, her legs and part of her hand, she was able to sketch a genuine smile, (even if she still did not come out of her state of initial lethargy), because now her mind was clearer than ever.
She didn't know all the answers that her head had decided to drop on her, but the questions that would lead her to them were with him, and she would get them no matter what...
This was the moment...
- What can I do to stop you feeling guilty...?
In which she gets off the judge's podium!
- What can I do so you can be happy...?
(3)
- Hmf!... just... a... little more! ...
Leave him alone... you know that the boy does not deserve to continue suffering this way...
- Forget it! Hngh!...He's just...not seeing...things as they really are!...
...It's not his fault that the rest of those around him are first-rate knuckleheads...
- Who... Hnng!... says that... in... these days!? He just...Hmf!...he has to stop trying to do everything on his...own!
...Oh yeah? And who is he going to ask for help? His servant friend, erased from existence? The blonde tiger boy with anger issues? To the blue-haired maid's pink-haired sister, blinded to death with her love twisted by the psychopathic clown bastard?...
- Ngh!, the girl... whom... he loves...!
...Ah yes... the same brat who is protected and completely blinded by the rebellious spirit of Echidna... and the one who also allowed herself to be possessed so easily by Envy, and then went crazy when he left her side for a couple of days....of course she will be able to help him amply with EVERYTHING he needs...~~
- Just...Ngh! Let me go! .....I know he can still...!
...Face it Nerva-chan, you're not doing this simply out of a sense of true altruism for the boy...
- No!... I... Ss... Just...
...You are simply projecting your deplorable past onto him...
-That... that's not...!
...and you are looking to stop him...
- NO!
.. Before he...
NO... DON'T YOU DARE...!
...he ends up...just like you...
-AAAAHHHHHH!
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As lost in their own worlds as all the persons present were, none of them objected to the chilling cry of exasperation and misery from a certain blonde lady with a ponytail that tied up her extensive hair.
Even if they had, none of them would truly understand how deep were the shades of desperation and self-loathing that began to surge through the blonde girl's mind when the raven-haired boy committed that act of betrayal against his already broken anatomy, with the sole purpose of goal to stop suffering, either for a moment... or maybe forever.
Standing there, fighting against intangible bonds, she desperately tried to escape, (even evoking her impressive physical abilities), although deep down she knew that unless the enforcer of said invisible chains did not let her leave, she would be unable to escape. to take a single step out of position.
...and if her mind was clear enough to think, even in the desperation that sought to suffocate her, that that would only happen at the end of everything, and when the boy finally left this world for good...
No...
That was NOT going to happen!
Even if she had to crush all of her bones under that crushing invisible force to escape, she would not allow that fate to overtake him!
Even though her mind will focus solely on demonstrating how her apparent acts of charity for him were nothing more than disgustingly selfish and very well-disguised actions...
She was not going to let anyone go through the same thing she went through again... Nor would she allow them to follow the same route of action that ultimately cost her even her own life in the end...
Those sensations, those thoughts, those actions...
Even now, (and under the crushing physical and environmental suffocation of Sekhmet's authority), she tried to keep her own mind focused on her goal, she had already noticed how even her aforementioned witch companion had begun to spread her lazy aura over her, surely waiting for her to lose consciousness and they could let the boy finally take his last breath in this world, (without her consequently hating them for too long), because in the end, after 400 years of confinement one ends learning to value the company of others, in the same way that one comes to value breathing.
But that wouldn't happen! she would remain conscious and save him one way or another, she would deny the vile presence of death that in her own torrent of tears seemed to begin to manifest over the boy's dying effigy.
Even if it were necessary, it would be She who would form a contract with him to protect him, even if she did not want to pay attention to the mocking and contemptuous voices that began to flood her mind, the selfish part of her that always dominated her could not find a way to agree. according to her (even despite the inhumane efforts he had made for his friends and loved ones, they always returned his contempt as a bargaining chip for his altruism).
It had to be accepted: Natsuki Subaru was not exactly the most correct, most intelligent, most capable, or outstanding boy in any field that would be useful to the world that was summoned (against his will of course), but he still managed to perform! feats that no other more correct, smarter, or more renowned man managed to accomplish in more than 400 years that these problems were present!
Think about it: he saved a woman from a serial killer, he convinced a spiteful woman of her innocence and made her his most faithful and diligent ally, he saved a village from a mabeast infestation, and the list went on and on in quantity and proportion.
How come after doing all those things for them they were still so inflexible and cruel to him!?
Even knowing also the shameful and unjustified things he had done (like breaking Emilia's promise during the presentation at the castle, or his poor past with his family and his life on his home world), she could see how he He had put every ounce of his strength into preparing himself, and becoming stronger with the sole goal of being able to save them.
That also ignited in his body an enraged heat only similar to that of the spells of the magical family of Goa, thinking how they continued to see him, or using him as a simple tool, (so much so that if she were to continue alive, she would go and I would beat Echidna's student to a pulp).
Oh yes... in her more than four centuries of "existence" Minerva: Witch of Wrath, she couldn't remember anything that had made her angry in the same way even remotely.
Such acts of cruelty against a person already made her angry on a fundamental level, but it was precisely the way the boy acted and thought accordingly that made her feel especially angry about this whole situation.
I mean, who in their right mind would willingly stay next to people who are harming them just with the excuse that they were important to that person!?
....It was absurd...!
...incomprehensible...!
...irrational...!
...irreverent...!
It was...!
...
...
Was...
...
...
...It was precisely how she thought when she was still alive...
Her companions did not notice that her straining movements under that intangible hands had been reduced to such a point that they simply seemed like slight spasms, while the pained and broken gaze of the blonde woman contemplated the slow process of death that the boy was going through... .
...and as much as she wanted to push those thoughts away as much as she could...she was unable to prevent her treacherous memory from replacing her dying effigy with her own:
...so clear, so close...
...so unfair...
*XXXXX*
Her last days in the world would not be considered by anyone as worthy or minimally human towards her, because after having been deceived by a tribe of aboriginal elves of which she had been a part as their healer, a group of expeditionary witch hunters who they had paid the elves to take her with them, they ended up capturing her, and keeping her held in a dungeon until the authorities decided what to do with her.
But beyond that... it was more than evident that the people of that time were never friendly supporters of any of the witches of sin, (at least not directly or publicly) so having one of them being restricted (and at the complete mercy and totally unable to defend herself by the limitations of her authority), made the twisted mind of her captors employ inhumanly creative ways to torture her, seeking to make her reveal things about the rest of her companions.
Of course she would never reveal details about the last family she had left... and for that reason she paid the consequences in the worst way imaginable...
Even so, the Minerva's cruel mind and conscience seemed to surprisingly sympathize with her unfortunate situation, so after reaching a particularly gruesome point of torture, her perception of the world was buried in layers and layers of files of denial, misery and craziness...
Those men and women did not show the slightest mercy: they took out all their frustrations on the unprotected image of the only witch who had never knowingly harmed humanity, with the fury of a legion of demons with human skin...
She never really knew what things were done to her, (or for how long they did it at least) her mind simply did not want to make the neural connections necessary to find in her memory the memory of those horrible experiences.
(Or just subconsciously she didn't really want to know, for fear of finding something that even her own self-accepted madness wouldn't be able to save her meager sanity from).
The most she managed to get out of those memory gaps was the strange sensation of "lack" and "missing" in one or more of her limbs, only for when she returned to consciousness they would be there, "apparently unchanged"...
Of course, as long as you ignored the medium and the gushes of crimson liquid, which due to the darkness and humidity of the environment and her own mental confusion, she never managed to identify as her own blood.
She also did not know the real amount of time to which she was exposed to these humiliations and outrages on her body; time and reality became a mere spectral illusion, waiting for the cold loneliness of the night to "wake her up" when no one else was present or ready to continue hurting her (and also so that no one could hear her cry until she fainted from the exhaustion of crying or the lacerations to her body).
All just to repeat the same damn cycle over, and over, and over, and over...
Finally the day of "The Great Calamity" arrived, and Satella (rather "Envy") let half the world know the abysmal embers of her envious wrath on all existing creatures, for having taken away "something" that was hers and which in turn no one besides her knew was so important to her.
On her path of destruction Satella was "lucky" to encounter the broken, delirious body of Minerva (after having reduced all of her captors to bleeding pulps, of course).
Perhaps it was seeing her tarnished effigy of the blonde woman that motivated both parts of the half-elf to continue her deadly journey, (or it was simply the sadness of seeing someone so close to her be reduced to such a pitiful state).
Minerva momentarily returned to consciousness, and saw Satella suffering inconsolably as her words and hands were unable to bring her back to reality, but there was no point, her mind had long ago given up the idea that one day she would be saved, being now a simple broken shell of herself.
Unable to see her friend reduced to just a broken shell of a woman babbling incoherently, and with a look that had long since lost its jovial sky-blue glow, Satella (with the pain in her heart) decided to put an end to her misery.
The last thing Minerva would see was her true friend sobbing at her, and as her tendrils of shadows pierced her chest with the ease of a sharp spear, piercing her already shattered heart.
Finally, when air stopped entering her vital cavities, she was able to return a half-conscious glance at her friend, smiling, and wiping her tear-stained face with her bruised hand soiled with her own blood...
Her mind and consciousness began to abandon that cruel world that never gave her a chance to have a happier life, free of conflicts, wars, struggles, suffering... and pain...
Minerva in the few years of her life on the world... was finally able to smile genuinely, when she knew that she wouldn't have to endure any more of this anymore...
*XXXXX*
Having already stopped her movements completely, enormous quantities of the saline liquid of sadness continued to flow from her eyes, both for the miserable boy and for herself and the memories that came to her head, in such a pathetic and pitiful state without really knowing that she wanted to do...
...As if she was really capable of doing anything right...
*XXXXX*
After everything happened and having gathered the souls of the rest of her companions, Echidna gave her a brief review of the events that preceded her death and after the quasi-Armageddon that Satella caused.
For her part, she was unable to rejoice when they told her that they were finally able to apprehend Satella among her former companions and friends who were still alive: Flugel, her apprentice and follower Shaula, the womanizing bastard of Reid Astrea, and even Volcanica the Dragon God helped them.
Even if it meant that no more innocents would suffer, her mind was unable to pull itself out of that nascent abyss of self-loathing and self-loathing when, (in a more mentally stable state obviously), she asked Echidna the reason for the Kingdoms' insistence in trying to capture her, especially when she was simply acting for the sake of people's healing and safety for all.
As it was, even when the response was just as direct and ruthless (like the aforementioned greedy witch), her mind was unable to process the information that came from her friend's lips.
Perhaps it was again the insanity of her own mind trying to protect her from information that would do her no good to know, or again her repulsive naivety bordering directly on idiocy, which did not want to accept the truth behind her repeated assassination attempts, of all the expeditions with hundreds of knights and trained mercenaries who pursued her with the sole purpose of killing her...
...and yet, the answer was there, inescapable and imposing itself on her, like an avalanche of rocks on the mountain, just as painful and forceful...
- Actually, Minerva... even above Typhon and only below... that half-elf bitch... YOU were the most wanted everywhere for the damage you did to the world itself by exercising the power of your authority...sorry...
As it is, the great irony of a healer was precisely the HUGE damage she actually did by "healing" people.
In her naivety (or stupidity, No Nerva?), she never really considered where she got the life force needed to heal wounds and bruises regardless of their nature (even with the power to ignore the repulsive blessing of the God of Death). She was simply content to have an ability to prevent people around her from getting hurt, while in the process she closed her eyes to the rest of the world, unaware of what her curse (masked as a blessing) was doing to the rest of the world...
Minerva had to make beyond-sanitary efforts not to vomit when (in a projection made by Echidna) she was seen using her authority to heal someone who had lost his leg, only to subsequently watch a different person fall dead in another point of the world, practically as if they had torn out their Od and mana by the bud, with their life in the process.
The rest of her companions even went so far as to beg her or Echidna to stop the projections, but none of them gave in, one fueled by her usual intellectual morbidity, and another totally unwilling to let her childish and stupid nature continue to keep her in the dark of the ignorance for just one more second.
So she continued looking, and oh boy, she should have listened to the advice of her friends, because her subsequent outlook did not improve at all; The worst thing for her perhaps was seeing how she was capable of wasting enormous amounts of Mana to perform her healings even if they were unnecessary or superficial, so a simple scratch or sprained ankle turned into a rockfall on a mountain village, or seeing how several hectares of healthy and fertile land became irremediably sterile and sandy after their life reserves had been suddenly taken away from them, causing several locals and families to have to abandon their homes or perish from starvation due to the inability to adapt to the sudden and unjustified change.
(Those examples alone would be enough to understand the situation, (at least objectively), because if we wanted to continue delving into all the implications that the Wrath had on the world, we would probably be disrespecting the memory of those people, and we would also do more de facto weight on the already miserable image of the blonde woman, in a cruel and unnecessary way actually, because at the end of the day, there is no better judge on earth of our own actions than ourselves).
*XXXXX*
Her tears began to soak much of her clothes when she began to notice that she had been in that same position for a considerable amount of time, and (as cartoonish as it may seem) it seemed that even a small puddle had formed around her entire body. .
Unfortunately the cold of the humidity reminded her of the dark and smelly walls of her prison that she had to endure in life, (as a punishment for her ignorance and stupidity) being in part also for the cruelty of the people of this world, that even if they turned out to be helped by her, they ended up handing her over in a crawling manner with her hands and feet tied to the jaws of the mabeasts.
Her pain and self-hatred would have continued until she fainted again, had her crystal blue eyes not noticed something...
It was a close movement of Typhon and Satella... she could see in greater detail the boy's face, frighteningly frozen in a grimace of anguish and misery drowned in his bloody mouth, and with his eyes lacking the beautiful brown of their natural color...
She again found herself with her same image broken and lacking hope, a connection of the past and the present between two different people in a situation of the malignant disease known as "despair"...
...
…A connection?...
Even when her head began to entertain the idea that she was not alone in the feeling, a much more grotesque and terrifying image began to take shape in her memory... and it was what the boy would contemplate in his third test if he was leaving here...
*XXXXX*
Once again her curiosity knew where to hit her in her seemingly infinite idiocy, totally helpless and exposed when she and Carmilla asked Echidna to know exactly what she would present to the boy during the third trial of the tomb.
And even though it was Echidna's construction, neither of them was willing to allow this abuse of her power over the tormented consciences that received the unfortunate titles of "Apostles of Greed" from her.
(For Emilia and Garfiel they could no longer do much, Echidna's contempt for Emilia was too deep to be able to try to intercede for the unfortunate half-elf, and they kept in mind that the half-human boy in the mental condition in which he he was not going to take the tests again in the short term so he would be protected from Echidna's influence (more or less)).
The only one who was still at the mercy of the white-haired witch on the list was evidently the boy with the terrifying look, (as if his past upon arriving in this world was not bad enough to be able to say that the boy was quite upset) , and apparently what his future predicted by the greatest accumulator of knowledge that walked the world had to say to him, was like a hammer hitting them forcefully on their heads, on their understanding and their ideals, breaking them into pieces.
Thousands of possibilities due to his pitiful power and of all of them, he was incapable of not being able to familiarize himself with two in particular: one in which one of the current cursed bearers of Daphne's authority condemned him as well as his servant friend to be forgotten by the rest of the world, (but he was still CONSCIOUS) which led to a terrible misunderstanding in him that he was accused of being the representative of the Sin of Pride of the disgusting cult that had so terribly tarnished his friend's name, which led to torture by the authorities of the Kingdom he inhabited, (and even by his friends), to culminate his unfortunate journey by being beheaded in the central square of Lugunica, with his name vilified by everyone present.
And the other (although it was not as fateful), was just as hopeless because it tried to ensure that the rest of his friends found out about his ability in the future, and Satella was unable to retain Envy for the revelation of his secret, which culminated with him locked in a loop of death and suffering that was truly atrocious and draining on his mental health and self-esteem, and only culminated after having sworn allegiance only to the most twisted version of Satella.
After that she returned him to a "previous save point" to that situation, which culminated in him leaving his friends to become a nobody, at the cost of his own happiness just to protect them from things they could never understand without perishing in the process.
Minerva never asked Carmilla if she had anything to say about it, as the pink-haired girl was simply grateful that Echidna granted her request and "left" the place.
She on the other hand was unable to move due to the brutality of the events she witnessed....
Watching the outgoing boy be reduced to nothing more than a sad, broken shell of himself was very painful to watch, and his totally unjustified death caused her own anger to leave her locked in place, (and along with the future of the exiled Subaru), she "opened her eyes" in her agony, and through her tears she was able to see and remember what motivated her to stop Echidna's contract with him, even when he was going to be condemned to die, and to a step of leaving or repeating everything again, she was able to see it, just as clear and sharp as she did 400 years ago...
He was smiling...
She was happy that he would finally stop suffering...
He was happy to finally leave this cruel world...like her in the past...
*XXXXX*