Judina kept quiet, and so did Masami when he listened closely to Judith, the woman whose daughter did not have the same feel as. A part of Masami wanted to get angry and lash out for not being given an immediate, straightforward answer, but that was just a part. He kept quiet even until Judith stopped speaking, and now they stared into each others' eyes before Masami decided to break what was yet again another silence. "It was," he said, "definitely a curse." How definite was that "definitely"? His whole life, he knew that she—his mother—was born an ill child, and he did not want her to die an ill corpse. However, when he left Joya, he understood that it wasn't a mere illness. It was a curse, and curses are inflicted upon sins, and who was to blame for that? He blamed himself, sure, but despite wanting to be correct, Masami knew that it wasn't a definite answer.
Masami scoffed, forcing himself to smile. "Where do curses come from, anyway?" In fact, he was uncertain as well, uncertain that he holds the curse, until now? Judith was a mother as well, and Masami assumed that she'd know the feeling of having a child advance into somewhere she could not maternally hold them. Two years ago, thought Masami, but then decided that he should openly tell the woman instead, otherwise he will not meet her next time. "I think," only now, he had realized that he was no longer looking at the woman, but the road beneath their feet, "that I died, two years ago, I remember the feeling of being pierced right in the middle of my abdomen." It was Masami's turn to tell a tale.
Just like how he explained it, he felt as if his own blood gushed out of him, right in the middle of the abdomen—a kinetic memory. "Then, I woke up in my room in the theater, and the staff men were worried that I might not wake. I knew that I died because I remember planning them for weeks," that was a fact, and that Masami indeed planned his own death for weeks. "In the stage in Joya, were I died. However, it came to me that I did not die, and that the play went on normally, but without my memory of it." He was still processing his memories; thankfully, he wasn't one of those who had no utter memory of who they are. Sometimes, Masami is unable to believe that amnesiacs exist. How exactly were they unable to remember their own identity? Masami isn't convinced. "If you know any occurrences related to it, maybe you could tell me the slightest tale. Maybe a demon had taken me over and brought me back to life?" As if it was a joke, Masami laughed, and he genuinely did so.
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