(A vast white emptiness stretches infinitely in all directions. The Dimensional Dream—silent, still, suffocating. Asahi lies on the cold, invisible floor, his chest rising and falling unevenly. His breath trembles. His vision blurs. His tears—endless, unstoppable—slide down the sides of his face, disappearing into the nothingness around him.)
Asahi:(voice breaking, barely above a whisper)
"Why… why is this always happening to me…?"
(His throat tightens. His hands clench into fists, nails digging into his palms. The pain keeps him grounded—barely. He stares up into the white void above him, the sheer emptiness mirroring the hollowness in his chest.)
MA:(softly, hesitant, almost… understanding)
"It's tough, isn't it?"
(Asahi doesn't answer. He just breathes—shaky, unstable, broken. His entire body feels like it's sinking, like the weight of his own existence is crushing him.)
FA:(watching from a distance, arms crossed, expression unreadable)
"…Cry if you need to. Then get up. We still have more suffering ahead of us."
(His tone is cold. Detached. But not unkind.)
Asahi:(his lips quivering, his voice barely holding together)
"FA…"
FA:(slightly raising an eyebrow, waiting)
"Hm?"
(Asahi exhales. The air leaves his lungs like it's carrying every ounce of strength he has left. His eyes remain open—unblinking, lifeless.)
Asahi:(softly, fragile, like he's admitting a sin)
"It hurts, you know…"
(FA doesn't respond. MA stays silent. The words linger in the air, heavier than anything.)
Asahi:(a bitter, broken laugh escapes his lips, his voice cracking as more tears fall)
"It hurts when Anari will ask me—'Who are you?'"
(His breath hitches. His chest tightens. His fingers dig deeper into his arms, as if trying to hold himself together—because if he lets go, he'll shatter completely.)
Asahi:(gritted teeth, shaking, desperate)
"It will hurt when my own mother looks at me like I'm a stranger."
(His vision blurs. The tears pool in his eyes, but he refuses to blink them away. He wants to feel this pain—because at least that means he's still human.)
Asahi:(laughs bitterly, voice trembling with grief)
"It will hurt when I can't laugh at Dad's stupid jokes anymore…"
(His voice falters. He stops speaking—not because he has nothing left to say, but because he physically can't. The words are stuck in his throat, suffocating him. The pain is unbearable.)
FA:(quietly, almost too soft to hear)
"…I'm sorry."
(His voice is cold, but there's something else beneath it. Regret? Guilt? Even he doesn't know.)
Asahi:(a deep inhale, his shoulders trembling)
"I don't need 'sorry,' FA."
(He clenches his fists. His nails press so hard into his skin that they might draw blood. But he doesn't care.)
Asahi:(his voice breaking, raw, real)
"I need you."
(FA's breath catches. His eyes widen—just for a second. Then, he exhales, running a hand through his hair.)
Asahi:(his body shaking, but he forces a smile—one filled with pain, but still a smile)
"I just need you to be there. Even when I fall… just give me a hand, okay?"
(His voice wavers. His lips tremble. But his eyes—his tired, broken eyes—show nothing but sincerity.)
(FA stares at him. He doesn't speak, doesn't move. Then, after a long pause… he steps forward.)
(Slowly—without a word—he extends his hand.)
(Asahi blinks. He stares at the outstretched hand in front of him. His breath shakes.)
FA:(softly, but firm, with the slightest hint of a smile)
"Get up, idiot."
(Asahi stares for a moment longer. Then—slowly—his lips curl into a small, broken, but genuine smile.)
(He reaches out. His fingers tremble, but he grasps FA's hand.)
(FA pulls him up.)
MA (his inner voice):(quiet, almost amused, yet sincere)
"Yeah… that's how we do it."
(Asahi exhales. His body still feels heavy. His heart still aches. But for the first time in what feels like forever… he's standing again.)
(And that's enough.)
(A dimly lit space. Shadows stretch across the ground. A faint, eerie hum lingers in the air. Asahi stands, slightly disoriented, as FA's piercing gaze locks onto him.)
FA: "Asahi."
Asahi: "Uhh… what?" (blinks, confused)
FA:(cold, sharp) "Have you unlocked the full potential of your left eye?"
Asahi:(pauses, hesitant) "Uh… I don't know. I can use Repel… and then… nothing, I guess?"
FA:(clicks tongue, disappointed) "No… that's not all." (His eyes narrow as he stares at Asahi's left eye.)
"I think you can travel through dimensions."
Asahi:(stiffens, eyes widening) "W-what?"
FA:(tilts head, expression unreadable) "Mmm… I don't know how you should use it, but it might be helpful…"
Asahi:(frowns, fists clenched) "Why?"
FA:(raises an eyebrow) "Huh?"
Asahi:(intense, voice low) "Why should I travel through dimensions? It's not even needed, right?"
FA:(silent, thinking) "Mmm…"
Asahi:(grits teeth) "They're already coming to attack me… I have enough problems in this dimension."
FA:(smirks, leans in close—his voice turns sharp, almost mocking) "But still… we shouldn't just wait for them to kill us…" (pauses, then grins cruelly)
"Now it's our turn to hunt… dumbass."
(At those words, Asahi's left eye pulses—an eerie glow flickers within it, reacting to FA's voice.)
Asahi:(clutching his eye, uneasy) "If I leave this dimension… who will protect it?"
FA:(crosses arms, expression dark) "I can't leave this dimension."
(A heavy silence falls between them. FA closes his eyes, deep in thought. Asahi exhales, shoulders sinking, and sits on the cold floor.)
Asahi:(low, almost whispering) "Why are we even killing them…?"
FA:(opens his eyes—cold, unfeeling) "To take their power… their abilities."
(A long silence. Asahi doesn't respond.)
FA:(voice even darker, slow and deliberate) "The other Asahi… the one who broke the Dimensional Sphere… he's more powerful than we think."
Asahi:(breath catches in his throat) "Mmm…"
FA:(grins, voice suddenly sharp, commanding) "We need power."
(A third voice enters—MA.)
MA:(calm, eerily composed)
"I don't think Asahi has to leave this dimension."
Asahi:(flinches, eyes darting around instinctively) "Ahh…?"
(FA doesn't react. But something in the air shifts.)
MA:(voice inside Asahi's head, casual but firm)
"What if… we let Asahi travel through this dimension instead?"
Asahi:(furrows his brow, confused) "Huh?"
(A flicker of realization stirs in his mind, the pieces clicking together.)
MA:(almost amused, voice laced with intrigue)
"This place—the Dimensional Dream—it can be your respawn point. Your starting point."
(FA remains still, but his eyes glint with curiosity.)
Asahi:(murmurs, voice growing steadier) "So if I use my eye… I can go to another dimension… and come back here. I can just loop time."
FA:(nods slightly, intrigued) "Mmm…"
MA:(chuckles darkly, teasing)
"Yes, finally. That's what I said, idiot."
FA:(more serious now, eyes narrowing) "But how will we use that eye?"
(Asahi doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he lifts his hand slowly, fingers brushing against his left eye. A pulse of energy trembles beneath his fingertips.)
Asahi:(breath hitching, voice tense) "I think… I know how."