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No...
This wasn't supposed to happen...
Emma, why did you give yourself up?
Ray, why did you take the hit for me?
I shouldn't have let Zazie kill the Queen.
It's my fault that they're dying. Everyone from the clan,,they're being slaughtered one by one.
What went wrong?
I was certain that this would work.
It worked....but everyone was supposed to make it not just me alone.
My team had been surrounded and mutilated by raging demons.
My old family, the Gracefield kids, they put up their best fight but it ended in nothing against grieving, raging demons.
Emma...she had gave her life to the promise way before the massacre happened.
Ray...he had protected me from the sharp claw of a demon, to his heart. He died bleeding in my arms.
All of them, the ones we had saved, Hayato... They're all dead.
Except for me.
I had dreamt of this day ever since I stepped foot in Lambda, the door towards the human world.
But I wasn't meant to be alone.
It was supposed to be with Emma, Ray, my family.
My best friends who dreamed of this day couldn't get to live it.
All because of my mistake.
The queen should have lived, none of this would have happened if I let had let the queen live.
I should've listened to their plan.
Pacifist not Genocide.
Prodigy I may be I'm still dumb enough to deliberately ignore that plan.
It would've make them live.
Why?
I should've been the one to die, not them.
All of them has suffered way more than me, clawed their way to freedom.
But my selfishness stopped it right at the finish line so they couldn't enjoy the reward of their hard work.
It should have been them who's stepping into the human world now.
Not me.
A few weeks went by, ever since the lone survivor of the Gracefield had reached the human world.
He had persuaded the goverment to give him an apartment and an application towards an online college with a fake id and everything.
He still feels overwhelming guilt though.
The now 14 year old didn't know anything about the human world. So he observed, he observed every little thing about the human world and how it functions.
It wasn't like a constant battlefield here, it was peaceful.
His best friends would have loved it.
The way he had observed today was by observing a nearby playground.
The teen watched kids of all ages play on the swings and slides that are on the playground.
Said teen was glad those kids could grow up peacefully rather than fighting demons. Not losing loved ones either.
No, stop thinking about that.
I finally went to a therapist.
She told me that I have PTSD and depression.
Not surprised at all.
The woman droned on and on about his condition until he was free to leave.
He was back.
Back in Gracefield.
In surprise he roamed around the house filled with kids mostly older than him.
Then he saw a mirror.
He was trapped in his toddler body.
Toddler Emma and Toddler Ray had chased the boy up the stairs, asking him why he ran off like that.
Then the two took him downstairs as they went to play tag in the looming forest surrounding the house.
They were...happy.
And then, he woke up.
He jolted straight up and screamed for his friends' names but no one responded.
Oh, oh right.
They're not here.
Because of me.
On that night was the first time Norman had cried in 8 years.