The Play That Was

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I can't do it.

Don't show mercy, Abyss.

The others would still be alive if I hadn't screwed up.

You have a chance to make things right. Bring back my head and—

Shut up! Don't make me regret this!

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Don't show mercy?

Then what am I supposed to do?

I'm supposed to kill you, take your head and bring it back.

Bide my time, wait for the chance to take revenge...

No, that's not right.

...Take this.

Your dagger...

Take it. Go.

Abyss!

What are you going to do, then, if you let me go?

I...

Thanks for taking care of the kids for the past few days, young man.

They say you're a great storyteller!

You're welcome, sir.

They're all good kids. We should be the ones thanking you for giving us a place to stay.

Oh, no, no, it was no trouble at all.

I'll leave you to your work, then.

Telling stories to children?

Looks like you're getting along well with the villagers.

Doesn't take much effort to move your mouth and tongue.

Well, it takes patience I don't have.

Things have been calm here, too calm. The mission's going too smoothly. I'm not used to this.

Calm isn't bad.

Certainly better than running into unexpected trouble...

I know, I know, your dream is to retire quietly.

Oh yeah.

I have a gift for you.

Oh? What is it?

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I brought his weapon back, too.

This is yours, isn't it?

But... why...

The one you let get away.

Suddenly, the past catches up to you, just when you thought you'd finally escaped it.

It was the right decision to not kill him, Abyss.

The right decision?

It makes the script even better.

What's the matter, Abyss? Isn't this the script you wrote for the troupe?

Script...?

No, no!

I have nothing to do with the troupe! I ran away from it a long time ago!

This isn't a script! It can't be!

No...

It was my own choice...

What choice?

What are you talking about, Abyss?

It was... my own...

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It was right that I didn't kill you?

No, no.

I don't know what's vexing you, but the best way is to kill me.

No need to take risks. Just carry out the plan—

No!

There is no plan! It's not time for you to die yet!

Go! I'll come with you!

We can all get out. We just need to be careful this time... don't get caught...

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Calm down, Abyss.

I can't escape. It was enough that I got to see you in the end.

What are you doing?

Stop! Stop!

I can't let get you into trouble.

...Tell me you're joking.

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Get up! Stop acting!

Get up! We need to go, or it'll be too late!

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Say something!

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There's no other way, Abyss.

Kill me and take my head back.

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Do you hear me?

Kill me! We don't have time!

Kill you?

Put my dagger in your heart like this, and watch you die?

Yes, that's right.

You made the right choice, Abyss...

Did I?

Was it really my choice?

Ha... haha...

You'll die. I know you'll die.

Your head will inevitably be separated from your neck. I just hope it won't have to fall into the dust and dirt.

That's why this time, I'll cut your head off myself.

Is that your prophecy, Abyss?

I'm not a prophet. I just saw it.

I saw you die. You'll die, even if I let you go.

I ran, but I could never get away.

Of course you can't.

You'll never escape their eyes, no matter how well you hide.

...Who's watching me?

The audience, of course.

Audience... audience?

Why are they watching me? If I screw up, all they'll do is get rid of me.

Certainly, there are those who are angry at your docile performance on stage. But that's to be expected.

We all know this is where the allure of art truly lies.

A good play with good actors should be able to move people's emotions, don't you think?

No... that's not what it is! It can't be!

It was my choice to let you go! It's not their will!

If you're really sure about that...

Then why are you still trapped in this nightmare?

Why does that day keep repeating itself, even though you've already escaped?

Why do you keep trying anything you can to detach me from that body and bring me back with you?

I...

You're afraid, Abyss.

Letting me go was your first and only act of defiance.

Running away from the troupe took all the courage you had.

The Blood Diamond had come for you, but all you could do was hide.

You were always more afraid of this all being part of some plan than of actually getting caught.

You don't like being seen, because you're afraid that your 'true self' doesn't actually exist here.

Am I wrong?

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Shut your trap.

You're just a phantom in my dreams. You don't exist!

And don't call me Abyss.

Don't call me by that name!

Poor thing. You couldn't kill your fear. You couldn't silence your doubts.

You know it's anathema to seek the self.

But it can achieve great art!

Even now, you continue to contribute to the stage! They were wrong about you. You're a great actor!

Shut up! I'm not acting!

I'll free myself from you. I'll kill you!

I won't go back on stage. I'm not Abyss. My life is not a play!

You and your tiny, tiny resolve.

Then let me ask you.

Who are you, if not Abyss?

I'm...

I am—

...lem?

Shalem?

—!

I... I'm here.

Sorry, I was distracted... did something happen?

What were you daydreaming about?

Not that it matters. It just sounded like you were talking to someone, so I came over and saw you staring into space.

...You were hearing things. I'm the only one here.

There's no one else.

Really? Guess I should get my hearing checked.

Oh yeah, ■■.

What did you just call me?

Huh? ■■.

What's the matter? Isn't that your callsign?

Never mind that. Look—

I have a gift for you.

......

A gift?