[Shion Utsui]

終ノ空 [Now Playing: Yoru no Himawari] A cool wind blew through the grass, in the darkly haze of the training grounds, carrying with it a white smoke that soon joined the clouds above. It was 5 in the morning, during which none but a few students would be awake. "Fuuh-" The youth looked to the sky, standing atop a certain hill which lacked its most consistent occupant. Rammed into a path-like state below him by the months of constant training, the ground had a certain coldness that reached through Shion's sneakers. Shion sipped on the dew drops from the night before, savoring it like a tea from porcelain. Though he wasn't a morning person, the few times he was able to will himself up this early felt worth it every time. If only it didn't cost him hours of sleep! Sometimes all I need. . . Is some cigarettes The sky And a nice dress! The past month had been nothing short of a disaster for Shion. Losing more fights than he'd like to admit, being in and out of the hospital, and seeing things that felt like they would leave a scar on his brain. His purpose of seeking out a conversation was one of the way he was trying to cope, but a combination of that while treating oneself could have been the apt prescription! Deciding to try a less ambiguous look for once, he had picked out a blue denim jacket with a long white skirt- both being on sale. It wasn't a new combination at all, one that was in style over 50 years ago. Based on some girl in a light novel that was all the rage back then. Waiting patiently for the notorious student to arrive, Shion took a drag from the lit cigarette only to begin coughing frantically. "G-Guh! How do people do this in French movies?! This tastes terrible!" Oh well, he could maybe keep trying later. Or just wait for the thing to burn out so he could pocket it. So much for "soothing the nerves," he thought. Farrin

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he was gone. Again Sada was gone. Off with Foundation, an organization that operated at the global level, and with a quirk like hers, Sada was the perfect fit. She would be sent to disaster zones, earning college credits all the while, helping those in need. It was a noble goal, one he would have joined her in had she asked, but she wished for him to continue his path, so it was back to long distance. Unfortunately, with mismatched time zones and schedules, they didn't have all that much time together. Without his Sada, Farrin felt as though his chest had been cleaved out, everything inside replaced by a cold, dark emptiness. It didn't help that without her at his side, he slept even worse than usual. No healing salve to soothe his sifting mind. Sleep? He was lucky to grab two or three hours a night now. So, back to training he went. 

Cool air was expelled from his lungs, a long sigh before he jogged out away from the dormitories and off to his little knoll at the back of the training fields. Jab, jab, cross. Jab, jab, cross. Jab, jab, uppercut. He practiced while on the move. A small handful of students dotted the field, but he was certainly one of the first few out to practice. 

Without any time-turning shenanigans, Farrin was actually a bit slower than most, but before long he arrived at the base of the hill, and that's when he saw a new face awaiting him. Well, presumably awaiting him. It wouldn't be the first time someone asked him for pointers in a scrap. Farrin had dubbed his hill "the dojo" after showing a number of other students a thing or two about boxing. The face wasn't entirely unfamiliar, though. Where had he seen this person? 

The thought bounced about in the time-turner's skill until he reached the top of the hill. The yacht! This one crashed onto the boat or something like that. What was their name though? And were they smoking?

"Eh, can I help yuh?" Farrin asked, his voice raspy with the early hour, ascending the hill's pinnacle.  

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[Shion Utsui]

終ノ空 In a swift motion, one of many spine-like legs grabbed ahold of the cigarette that was only halfway spent.  "Ah, Toto-" The alien creature that was Shion's companion "stood" by his feet, rustling his forest of twigs to let the cigarette nestle in a nook they had made. It definitely wasn't where the mouth was located, but it made it appear that Toto had more of a face than before in the way they held it. Smoke went up in a thin line from them, occasionally broken by the cool breeze. Though, Shion had no time to scold his friend before the exact person he was waiting for arrived. The scenery immediately losing the mysticality it carried from a solitary occupant. A different magic would take hold, however. Farrin would see a pale face, Caucasoid in shape and complexion attached to a slim body. The face gave a light smile as it's bearer fully turned around, arms behind their back. Trying to hide Toto behind them. "You're finally here! I thought U.A.'s Time-Turner was sick 'cause you didn't show up when ya' always did." Despite never interacting much with what he considered the "upper clique" of U.A., Shion didn't feel all that guarded when speaking with the Irish boxer. Despite having the notoriety of being one of the strongest fighters on campus, Farrin didn't come across as someone too volatile when spoken to. His smile became a look of concern as the man's raspy voice reached his ears, the obvious bags underneath the eyes showing a lack of sleep. Only having slept 6 hours due to waking up at this ungodly hour, Shion didn't expect Farrin out of all people to have lost sleep if he was so used to the early morning. "Well, yeah. That's what I'm here for. But I gotta ask, are you okay?" Expecting a straight answer from a sick person was like thinking the ocean wouldn't be salty. Just that unlikely. Moreover, you couldn't put a saltwater fish into freshwater. Though, perhaps a fish like Farrin was simply built different. Farrin

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he dojo's doors were always open, it was Farrin's self-assigned duty to see his peers adequately trained in hand-to-hand combat, but who would have thought someone would show up on Greenery Day. Most spent their time relaxing back in their rooms or visiting local gardens and parks and such. Farrin had fully intended to use his off-time for more training. The field was green enough for him. He could 'celebrate' by honing his abilities like any other day. 

The time-turner stretched his arms out wide, then brought them back in and cracked his neck. Shaking off the dreariness of failed sleep was becoming habitual again. And now he was supposed to explain why he looked like shite? Well, he wouldn't lie, but he wouldn't tack down the exact nature of the truth either. 

"Haven't been sleepin' all that well," he answered, mulling over the implications of Shion's greeting.

Did people recognize him? His friend group wasn't all that large, but he had made a bit of a statement teaching those bullies from orientation a lesson. Many months had passed since then though. Maybe his combative prowess had passed a certain mark, one to which the student body's attention was attached. 

"You can fly 'round on that thing, canchya?" Farrin asked, not fully aware of Toto's nature as the living quirk was partially obscured by its creator. Still, he had seen a bit of Shion's entrance back on the yacht. A little something to go off of. 

"In any case, I'm surprised. Figured most o' our peers would be sleepin' in today, not wakin' up at the crack o' dawn."  

It was common practice for Farrin. Six hours of uninterrupted sleep, the kind he got laying beside his Sada, and he was good to go for the day. With her gone, it was becoming more problematic, but he still didn't expect even the small handful of students across the field to be up and running before himself. A curious holiday indeed.  

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[Shion Utsui]

終ノ空 "Oh- okay." Shion's expression appeared understanding, yet at the same time staring right into Farrin's eyes as if he knew the full picture had yet to be revealed. But that was the Time Turner's business and no one else's. He wouldn't pry for now. Toto didn't visibly react to the mention of them and their power, the smoke from the cigarette sticking out from their body slowly getting weaker as the fire burned out. "Yeah, Toto's a real MVP! Fast as a motorbike!" The youth turned around, stepping aside to reveal the alien while looking down at them fondly. Lethargically, Toto made the smallest of reactions, moving their eyes to look back up at their companion. "Not really good for winning fights though, see these? All from when I got my but kicked!" Shion refocused on Farrin, pointing out the various bandages covering their face and arms. But despite the evidence of these losses, he didn't seem ashamed or even sad about them. The smile on his face showed that he at least held the belief that things. . . or rather his ability to stand on his own, would get better. "You know by now why I'm here, right? Your reputation makes you sound like one of the strongest guys on campus! Just wanted to ask about your experiences and stuff, that's all! No training or anything, since I don't wanna' push on some poor knob that didn't sleep well!" A chipper attitude belied the rather serious request. Of the leagues of danger that Farrin had supposedly survived to be so successful. Unlike many others that came to him, the mind than the body appeared to take precedent to this redhead. Farrin

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arrin leaned in from his spot a few feet away and gave the living broom a once over. It was alive? Without a proper look, he had taken the broom for a specialized piece of equipment or something of the like. It was only now that he realized it had eyes and was staring at its owner. Companion? Whatever Shion was to it. 

"Wait so, is that yer' quirk? Or somethin' else entirely?" Farrin asked, his eyes locked the little beastie. "Is.. is it properly sentient? Does it feel? One o' our peers is makin' due wit' a specialized baseball bat, I can think o' a few ways a broom, assumin' it's sturdy, could be used in a scrap... but no' if it's a truly livin' thing that can feel n' such." You wouldn't pick up your pet dog or a friend and start swinging them around as a weapon would you?

After a moment, Farrin would shift his sanguine stare to Shion, looking the lad's bandages and bruises over. "Nothin' ta' be ashamed of. It's only proof o' yer dedication. More yuh' sweat in trainin', the less yuh'll bleed in battle." Farrin trained day in and day out to build himself into something that wouldn't bleed easily. The more he could endure, the more lives he could save. 

"Might be," he admitted. Farrin fought Leonid and Dauntless in the first month of classes. He lost both fights but gave his pro-hero professors a fair run for their money. "But I did sorta start ahead most o' our peers. I attended a hero prep school fer' three years before comin' ta' UAU." And then there was the Above & Beyond agency which also took time to train him further. 

"I'll answer whatever questions yuh' might have, but if it's proper trainin' yer' lookin' fer, I dun' mind. I can function under these conditions." 

A tear. A flash. A moment. The world was gone, grass replaced with sewage and muck. Heaps of filth mingled with a mixture of trash slowly trailed down a river. A singular figure framed in deep red hair cutting through the grime and debris. Then he was back. It was early morning, Greenery Day, and before him stood his peer. The world was spinning, and though the boy was still, the superimposed reality faded. 

"What the hell," Farrin muttered lowly, looking side to side, then back at Shion. Was... was he sifting? 

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[Shion Utsui]

終ノ空 "That hard to answer. . . Toto's my quirk, but they're my friend too!" Bending down, Shion allowed the dew to slightly wet the fringes of his dress to pick up the alien creature. He held them in his arms like you would do with an alien, allowing Farrin to get a closer look at the odd combination of a sea cucumber, a starfish, a sea urchin, and a household tool. "Well I never thought of that! Toto just lets me use him in a buncha' ways all the time- right? You're okay!" Toto's eyes glanced towards Shion, before focusing back on the renowned boxer in front of them both. Rather than agreeing or disagreeing, it was debatable if this creature even care about this at all. Smiling cheekily as Farrin gave him reassurance, the youth seemed to have his external sense of security restored as he turned around, holding Toto like an actual broom towards the grass below them both. Drops of water went flying left and right as the alien's legs were brushed against the green blades, clearing a relatively dry place for all of them to spend their time. "If we're gonna' talk for a while, might as well sit! Come on!" Shion took their place on the ground with Toto on his lap, who had now coiled into a small pile.  "That'd make a lot of sense. . . though, aren't you about my age? How old were you when you started?" Hero prep schools weren't uncommon institutions to exist after the end of the vigilante era, though their high standards and grueling training often made ordinary college look like a cakewalk! Farrin must have been a tough cookie of a kid to make it through until now, considering where he was! "Well, what's more important is that I wanna' know how you made yourself get back up each time you lost. That must've happened a ton in the beginning, right? Pretty much no one's born strong like you are." Shion looked towards the sky, not appearing to notice or comment on the other boy's change in expression as well as their low words. Rather, his eyes seemed be figuratively looking inwards to imagine what Farrin's past experiences were like. "Because it wasn't easy for me to take it when I got knocked out twice in a row- I still feel awful about it!" One of Toto's eyes were pointing in the Timeturner's general direction however, but judging by their past actions it was unlikely they'd do anything- not like they could speak in the first place. Farrin

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arrin shook his head, willing the intrusive visions away. He hadn't been pushing his quirk. He was wide awake. There wasn't much reason for time to be toying with his mind at the moment. Today was supposed to be a day for relaxation. For him, that only really entailed more training, albeit uninterrupted by classes. Things were rough enough as of late. He didn't need more obstacles more struggles interrupting his routine. Sifting was not a welcome guest in this house. 

"Well, if they dun' mind helpin' yuh' in a scrap, it might be somethin' ta' look inta'," Farrin started as he made his way over to sit down.

He wouldn't pretend to understand the biology of quirk-made creatures. Did they have nerves and, therefore, feel things like pain? How fragile was it? Would it break on contact with a rough surface, like a stone-skin quirk? Would that kill it entirely? None of his business at the moment, but if the above questions didn't prove dangerous to the living implement, it might be worth consideration.

Farrin went to sit, and the world was swallowed whole by the night. Bright red ichor splashed against the building side. Mega-TON and Twisted Fate, two renowned heroes, were broken, their limbs contorted, blood seeping from their mouths. Their eyes. Above them stood a beast, part sea creature, part massive machine, or better described as a tool, tendrils sprawled below a gaping maw, latching onto the hero copses. One moment swallowed another. Now standing before a long dining table, Farrin looked about a room of fine woods, fine if not similarly drenched and dripping liquid red. The two heroes' outfits, or what scraps remained, were pinned against a far wall - like trophies. 

When Farrin fell onto the grass beside Shion, it was hard. One hand snapped behind him, stopping him from falling back onto the ground, and the other covered his eyes. From the outside, the vision would have passed in a blink. "I, uh, sorry. Maybe the lack o' sleep is catchin' up wit' me," he offered, though, below his hand, sanguine eyes snapped back and forth, taking in what little of the world he saw between his fingers. They held on Toto.

Realization. It crept in on the periphery of his time-turned mind. That thing looked kind of like the seemingly harmless quirk construct before him, albeit far larger. Far angrier too. This wasn't an anomaly. It was a warning. Or something like that. 

"Can. Can Toto change size?" He asked. "Could be helpful like that too." 

The question aligned with the topic, but he had other reasons for asking. Wait. But what if, by feeding the idea to Shion to begin with, he was paving the path to whatever the hell he was seeing? Was it the future? It couldn't be the past, could it? Clearly, UAU would know if a hero-killer was among their student body. And if Mega-TON and Twisted Fate were killed, it surely would have made the headlines. Another time? Another story? 

"N'... n' I'm eighteen. Four years o' formal trainin'. Three at Hero Prep, but also spent that time, n' an additional year prior, trainin' wit' a local hero agency."

He had to keep the conversation going. There was no telling with time. So many versions of any one person's story. If it was the future, however, well, he wouldn't be the one charting that course. Ripples. Butterfly wings. His was not the part that made men into monsters. 

"Yeah, I was knocked on me' arse plenty. It's all 'bout yer' why. If yer' why is strong nuff', yuh' get back up as many times as yuh' need to become the hero yer' meant ta' be." 

Hero. Not a villain. Not a monster. There were enough of those in the world. It was a potion that didn't need any more brewing. A concoction the world was already drunk with. And they were meant to be the cure. 

"Me' whys are stronger than any pain, so I always get back up. Wish I had some sorta trick ta' offer yuh', but it's really as simple n' complex as that."  

To make a safer world for his Sada. The family they would have one day. To honor his mum. To prove to himself that he could be more than his own dark visions. Something good for the world. His whys were strength made manifest - fuel to a fire that put hell itself to shame. 

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終ノ空 There was no way his gaffe didn't go unnoticed this time, though all Shion did was keep quiet and watch. He shouldn't have been blamed for being confused by this, since Farrin seemed just fine in the beginning! "Huh? Change size? Toto?" He responded as if it was the first time he heard this concept, clearly not possessing the power to do so if the boxer's skill in deduction was adept.  Shion tilted his head, looking down at his companion as if he was trying to force a confession out of them. A few moments of being absolutely ignored later, he just shrugged at Farrin. Toto lying still in his lap. "Eeeeeh?? You're 18? That means I'm older than you!" Shion turned towards Farrin and leaned forwards with a surprised expression. Looks truly were deceiving when it came human age. Unlike a vegetable or fruit where you could tell that it was clearly ripe, you couldn't do the same with a human unless they were a fetus or on their deathbed.  Heck, people even thought I was 16 several times before. "Wait, so three. . . four. . . one? Is that right? You've been training for 8 years?! That would mean you started when you were just a kid!" Comically misunderstanding what Farrin was telling him, Shion's academic weaknesses were in full display. He tried to give it his all counting on his fingers, but that only served to confuse him further. The youth's face soured to one of genuine concern to how the other boy followed up this information. Mental playback of an imaginary 10 year old getting beaten up by adults wasn't an enjoyable sight. "O-oh. All the time, huh. . . so you just took "believe in yourself" to another level, and kept going? While you were 10??" Shion should've known that someone close to him in age, being this strong had to make him some freak of nature. A real unit, in other words. Man, why did some people get to be born prodigies while he was stuck being. . . normal! Farrin

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ither Shion was an adept liar, or Farrin was strictly peering into other times, times where this Toto was far more fearsome. It wouldn't be the first time he saw quirks progress differently. In that time where he himself became Oberon, not only could he speed time up or slow it down, but could reverse it, and even launch odd temporal blasts. Somehow, Farrin felt he was cheated in his home timeline. He would make it work. 

"Eh, I guess?" he replied regarding the two's age. "And nah, lad. Many o' those years were overlappin'. Like, I was trainin' wit' the agency fer' four years, three o' which I was also attendin' hero prep." 

A flowerbed painted by the brush of death. Another sanguine scene. One smeared in blood and gore. The remains, they littered the grounds. The artist's implement and the artist in question - was once again crowned in deep red hair. It was the very boy at his side. And this time, bliss was reflected in his eyes. He killed them, and he was proud. Joyful. Ecstatic.

Farrin pulled back, forced his eyes open, and took in the world around him rather than the one floating in his head. Anything to anchor him to the here and now. His breathing slowed, and his gaze shifted to the training field at the foot of the hill. His neck tensed. Should he do something? It was as he said to Miroru, he couldn't apprehend anyone for something they only might do, especially when his only evidence came in the form of personal visions.

Greenery gave way to pavement, but the blood remained. Body parts, too. This time, there were more, though. Sirens wailing, red and blue lights illuminating the streets, the faces of those surrounding the scene, the many bodies broken against the street. This time, the boy by his side lay among them. 

"Believe in yer' reason, whatever it is that drives yuh' ta' add some light ta' the world, ta' help people, that's what yuh' believe in. Because if yuh' dun' fight fer' it, who will?" He nearly heaved the words between fingers clutched over his mouth. Time was like water. It could be diverted. It often was. Breaking into countless pathways. Oceans into rivers. Rivers into streams. Maybe he could make the splash, throw the boulder that course-corrected whatever the hell he was seeing. Nothing was guaranteed. It couldn't be. After all, he was going to be a hero. Right?   

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終ノ空 "Oh. . ." As Farrin's strange behavior became more apparent, it seemed like it was becoming rather difficult to ignore for the boy next to him. Juxtaposed against the uplifting message he was trying to convey; it wasn't clear what the look Shion gave the Time Turner meant. Suspicion? Or was it just concern? In either case, the magenta gaze didn't prompt any words or questions regarding what was wrong with Farrin. Perhaps he wasn't ready to unearth what he thought could be happening. . . not just yet. Shion looked towards the distance again, though the creature in his lap continued to stare straight at him. "Reason, huh- Maybe that's what's been keeping me going this whole time, and I didn't even know it!" He put on a peaceful smile while moving his view from the buildings in the distance, up towards the clouds that had yet to be stained by the rising sun. Or were there enough of them today to block the rays of light completely? "I thought of that before! There was no reason for me to survive any of what I had to go through, but if I did die- someone would've taken my place! Same with if I never decided to become a hero, or if I was never born!" Someone had to do it, but there was always someone who would take up the mantle of a hero. The view of anything but the sky left his vision as Shion's spine simply let go, allowing him to lie on the grass with Toto held to his chest. "Even if I wasn't here. . . there'd still be people who want to do good. It's a happy thought for me!" When one is a child, they are unable to picture a world without themselves. As a part of human development and object permanence, people come to know that the human exists in the reality- not the other way around.  "Though, looks like I was born to be a hero in this world. . . Hehe, just kidding!" Shion said in a faux-serious voice imitating that of the male teachers, before returning to his usual cheery voice as to lighten up what could be a disconcerting topic for some. Farrin

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 light gust tousled Farrin's hair and whisked away a few beads of sweats, as well as the temporal visions they stemmed from. His focus dialed into the here and now, untethered from time's sea. An internal cool washed over him, accompanied by calm. For the moment, he was free of his sifting. 

A small chuckle was offered in response to Shion being "born to be a hero." Farrin sure hoped so. The lad was entirely unaware of his potential, an ignorance the time-turner wished he had been blessed with. Farrin demons were, in fact, his potential. Doomed either to become the very thing he despised or to fall short of who he was meant to be - and if he couldn't be Oberon, what was his worth to the world? 

"Eh, dun' think like that, bud. Sure, there'll be people out there tryin' ta' do what's right, but they only exist because individuals step up. N', likewise, there will always be more bads out there. If we dun' rise ta' meet 'em, well, yuh' ne'er know when they'll have us outnumbered. It's up ta' use ta' do what we know is right."

He was doing his best, but would that be enough to change what he was seeing? He had fallen short so many times and lost so many to his failures. Maybe a few encouraging words of wisdom might make the difference this time. Maybe he wouldn't be some shadow of who he was supposed to be. Maybe here and now, just Farrin would be enough.

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終ノ空 "Why is that?" Shion asked, smile still on their face despite the gravity of the conversation. The same wind which tussled Farrin's head of hair, moving the youth's own in a way that showed how smooth and neatly separated each hair was. "People will always step up- and even if we were never born, the need for there to be an equal reaction for us not existing would make sure that there'd be heroes in our place." Mouthing off about some "law" that probably didn't make sense, Shion's theorem was broken short by his eyes rolling to the side. Clearly trying to establish some kind connection. From what to what? Farrin wouldn't know. "Or. . . is it that you don't like that idea because Farrin O'Rourke's nonexistence would mean Farrin O'Rourke can't be a hero?" He continued to ponder, eyes looking at nothing while trying to establish a firmament- one onto which the Time Turner's opinion could be rationalized in a stable fashion. "Come to think of it, seeing your weird shadowboxing habit a lot during training got me curious. You even did it just now! So, I went around and asked other people about you for the past few days." Shion absentmindedly mentioned his behavior, that of what basically amounted to indirect stalking. He straight-up gathered information of somebody they had never spoken to. Was it really from curiosity? "Training, patrols, then some sparring, and training again. . . No one ever sees you doing anything else!" His head turned to the side, looking straight towards whatever facial expression Farrin was making this time. An inquisitive spark in his magenta eyes, potentially becoming a true flame fueled by knowledge he would gain from these questions. "If I had to make a guess, you seem pretty dead set on being a hero. . . almost like you have to be one. Though, I could be wrong." Toto's tendrils swayed in the wind as his eyes stared into the red horizon, the sun appearing to remain very still in the distance.  What was a soft smile could very suddenly become a knowing smirk, depending on the situation and the words thrown around. Shion's by this point was ambiguous in the comfort it offered, just like the quirk he always carried with him. Not to mention the very potential Farrin was thinking about before. "So. . . is that why you shadow-box? Does there always have to be Oberon if Farrin O'Rourke exists?" Then, came the final prod of the scalpel through the skull. Into the gray matter of the brain that held the mind. Farrin O'Rourke isn't a hero?" a reality where "Can you imagine Farrin

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arrin's gut sank. Just who the hell was this person? Were they asking for combat tips or playing psychoanalyst? More likely a neurosurgeon. The time-turner experienced therapy vicariously through his alters across time. Parallel realities where his mother survived his father, but the Singularity escaped. It rarely went well. 

"The equal n' opposite reaction could be somethin' malevolent. Less good, more evil. There are no guarantees that what takes our place will have the same intentions. If I dun' exist, well, I've no' reason ta' worry 'bout bein' a hero, but the world might see that much more villainy fer it," he answered. What he didn't say was how often this happened. It wasn't a rare sight while sifting to watch as another Farrin of another time tore heroes, even loved ones, apart. Judging by his visions just moments prior, it could very well be the same case with Shion. That was if this Shion was truly 'good' to begin with. 

Shion's rant landed like blades against steel. Yeah, of course, Farrin practiced every day. They were students attending UAU. You didn't waste such an opportunity, not if it was your honest intention to be a hero. Patrols and practice made all the difference, not only reflected in his hero track grades but out in the field as well. He had fought villainy a few times now, not that he reported it to the school, and his continued training brought him from freezing up ahead of the villain, Magister, to battling brutes and criminals almost every night. 

Then the blade found flesh. Oberon. It was on records for all to see, but it was rare Farrin heard his hero name used. Had he earned it? Was he yet any more than a shadow of that hero who seldom visited his sifting dreams? And who was he when he wasn't a hero? That question had been answered. Almost every night. With Sada away still, his darker selves visited his mind each and every night, reminding him of his numerous failures - the many ways he would never be enough. 

Farrin's fist clenched, his gaze fixed upward into the bleeding sky. His knuckles were ready to pop. 

"I can imagine it quite vividly, actually," he started, "And the world would be all the darker fer it. If I just stand by n' do nothin', if I dun' help people, if I decided ta' do the easy thing rather than persevere even when times are tough, then others would suffer, n' I can't allow that. It's just not in me." 

And that last part was clearly a lie. Wasn't it? If time and time again, across the temporal sea, he himself had been the source of all that pain, then wasn't this Farrin just as likely to hold that potential deep down inside him? Without his sleep, without his person, without his sanity, the voices were growing louder in his head, and the lines were blurring. And nobody was coming to help him this time.    

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終ノ空 Shion's smile thinned out at having a flaw in his logic be revealed. Though what was missing would be replaced, there was no guarantee that what replaced it would fulfil a similar function to the object that did not exist. "That's right. . . no one knows who'll replace you." If I didn't exist, who would I be replaced by? Anyone could spout philosophy, but it took great knowledge and wisdom for those imaginings to come together as a coherent sentence. The youth's in comparison to that of the greats' was just a word salad. Light winds passed the both of them by again, somehow feeling colder than before. With the sun supposed to rise, it made no sense for it to be this way. His eyes moved from Farrin's shaking fists back to the sky, which was surely turning red by now. Red as the blood in both of their bodies. . . something that even the moon up there looked like would produce upon cracking like an egg. But why was the moon there? Wasn't it morning? "I can see now. Even someone like you isn't invincible." Shion said in a clear voice, seeming to have formed some kind of understanding regarding his peer lying next to him. Tension seemed to leave his body like a deflating bicycle tire. Toto was focused on a trail of ants crossing the rammed dirt. He felt a certain confidence knowing that someone stronger than him had a weakness. "Farrin. . . what were you going through this whole time we were talking?" The youth asked bluntly, straight to the point. It had been difficult to ignore his various facial expression and ticks that weren't usually seen on him. Especially with the blatant untruth spoken at the end, Shion had every right to ask what was going on. He understood the Time Turner's reason now in a sense, a part of the mechanism that kept him going at this insane pace of self-improvement. But was it exactly that reason that was causing him pain? Farrin

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