Fremd Torturchen - Volume 7.5 - Chapter 3

A Message from Someone (2)

I’m at a little bit of a loss here.

As you can see, my words were able to get through to you. Now, I have no guarantee that they’re actually reaching you, but…let’s assume they are. Like a miracle.

But now that I have this once-in-a-lifetime chance, what should I use it to say?

Hmm…I suppose I should start by reviewing my assumptions.

First, that you live in this world, this fragile land that Diablo destroys and God constructs anew.

And second, that you, like everything else that exists, are one of God’s creations.

With that in mind, then as long as you’re not an exceedingly young child, then you’ve probably heard a dozen or two quotes of mine. Perhaps more, if you’re particularly scholarly or fond of folklore. For such quotes were written down and passed through the ages.

“She spoke thus,” they probably all started. However, I have an unfortunate truth I need to share with you.

Those were all lies. None of them were my words.

They may have been affectionate or perhaps filled with deep unspoken meaning, but none of them came from me. Never once did I speak of my memories, and never once did I record one of my thoughts. All those quotes you saw were thought up by someone else before being attributed to me.

That was how people embellished my story. They didn’t do it out of malice. They merely wanted me to be the manifestation of all their kindness, ideals, and admiration.

Most words, when spoken, serve as little more than vague annoyances. But that’s precisely why they’re more appealing than anything I actually said. Words thought up, chosen, and passed down through the ages by the masses hold much greater significance than those spoken on the spur of the moment by a single person. But as a result, I have no idea what it is I should say now.

After all, I have no way of making my true words surpass the false ones that others have passed off as mine. No, now that I think about it, that isn’t quite it, is it? It’s that I didn’t have anything I wanted to convey to you to begin with. Ah, that’s right. I…

…I have nothing I want to say.

Now I finally see. That was how it’s been this whole time, but this was the first moment I realized it consciously. There isn’t a single, solitary thing I want to say.

There are no morals I want to teach you, no examples I want to set. No, actually, let me be blunt here.

I never loved you people—

—and certainly not enough to want to leave you with my words.