The Knight carefully processed all of those memories.
Then it looked back toward me.
From the depths of its consciousness, a figure slowly manifested before me.
The Knight itself now stood directly before its Creator.
For the first time, I noticed how unstable its form had become.
Cracks spread across its armor like shattered porcelain.
Its wings trembled weakly behind it.
And yet—
Despite everything—
It still stood before me.
|...What... am I?|
It asked quietly.
Its voice no longer sounded emotionless.
There was hesitation now.
Confusion.
Fear.
|I... thought I knew.|
For the very first time—
It could not answer its own question.
And strangely enough—
Neither could I.
Its gaze slowly shifted upward toward the ruined heavens.
The gods still watched from above.
Silent.
Distant.
Unmoving.
The Knight stared at them for several long seconds.
Then finally, in a voice quieter than before—
Almost fragile—
It spoke once more.
|…Am I… really alive?|
