Drip!
A teardrop slid gently down that expressionless face, rolling along the delicate features before falling more than a meter and smashing heavily against the bluestone tiles, scattering into fragments and darkening several patches.
There was no problem, right? This... should be no problem, right? Looking at the ground darkened by the shattered tear, then at the teenage version of himself before him, with vacant eyes and a blank expression like an empty shell devoid of thought, the young man swallowed softly, the corner of his mouth twitching unnaturally.
A sheen of sweat had already appeared at his temple.
He was beginning to worry.
This was taking far too long.
By now, all the bubbles slowly circling the fusion body had burst. In other words, he had already gone through every memory.
Of course, what worried him was not the experience of those memories.
It was that the bubbles had actually all burst two hours ago.
Which meant that he had finished experiencing those memories two hours ago.
Moreover, when one personally experienced memories, however long the span of those memories was, that was how long it would feel to the person experiencing them. Yet to an outsider, it was only an instant. Such was the speed of thought.
But for the two hours since every bubble had burst, this fusion body had remained utterly silent, as though still trapped within those firsthand experiences.
It truly frightened him.
The young man also possessed these cruel memories. Whenever he grew bored in this space, he would carefully inspect them to prevent any memories from dissipating. He knew very well what these memories were like.
And the fusion body's current reaction...
There was a strong possibility that he had broken down!
Broken down beneath those cruel memories.
His mind had retreated into