Fotia looks up, staring into Mina's eyes. The once calm ambiance turned tense between them.
Does she know my prison?
The thing I witnessed seemed familiar to what one of the guards did in the past when I defeated them. Could it be? Is Fotia something more?
"Fotia?"
"Alright, how was the Pizza guys?" She interrupts them.
"It was delicious!"
Fotia reaffirms with a nod.
"So, I was curious, do you know where he nearest sky train station is?"
"Of course. Don't you have an E-Map? Let me transfer it over to you."
The woman pulls out a similar device like Mina's. Both tap their devices against each other, leading to both devices light up light up.
"How much for the Pizza?"
"Don't worry dear, it's on the house."
The old lady smirks back at her, picking up the plates.
A concerned look from Mina catches Fotia's eyes, ending up walking down the grey asphalt road silently beside each other.
I tried speaking, forgetting nothing came out. I want to tell her about my struggle, but how do I. This feeling of being a stranger to your own body, it is tearing apart every inch of my soul. I fear losing myself.
Fotia stops, squatting down and slowly drawing letters through the firm asphalt.
At midnight the small empty silver bricked station is only slightly illuminated by the flickering yellow lights, Mina argues with the Ticket gate officer for a while.
"There are no trains allowed to fly towards Ghaya." the gate guard reaffirms.
"But what about the one behind you?"
The officer's small radio softly crackles on his chest, following a concerned look on his face towards her.
He found out, there is no other way then to-
Out of sudden a violent titanic heap, flinging him against the wall. The officer instantly knocked out on the ground.
Mina slightly jumped back, staying in shock for a few seconds. She looked over to Fotia.
"What was your plan with that?" She yells back.
This sensation. The same one as in the past. It is happening all over again and this time, she is the one. I am not letting this happen again.
"Is this now some kind of stupid programming code again?" She furiously asks, rushing to the officer, and checking his pulse. She breathes out in relief, with her index lay on the throat of the guard.
"You stay there!" Picking the officer up and leaning his body against the wall behind the gate.
What was it thinking, it almost killed someone. I am starting to think I am the one in danger here. What has my life come to? Wandering aimlessly around the unknown with a defect robot. I am so tired of searching for a meaning, for someone who does not deserve it. Trying to distract myself from the utter meaningless of my "road" ahead, why do I even wander through the mist of the unknown, when I do not even have the will to find anything meaningful.
This was not me. My hand moved on its own again. I must escape, I just want to touch the sky. She is no liberator but has the same lock that locks me up.
In that moment both Mina and Fotia dwell in their own burdens, not realizing the dagger inflicted them the same wound. A burden of the past, influencing the present.
"Alright, let's go, Fotia."
For a long time, both stood beside each other in silence. Waiting for the imminent train to arrive, travelling to the promised city of Ghaya.
"Why do you accompany me? What made you, you?" She asks, looking straightforward into the deep midnight dark, chuckling slightly.
"Funny, isn't it? You can't even answer me. Talking to someone who is mute, such an ironic destiny. All I want is someone who listens for once again."
What is your problem? Not seeing your will acting upon me and deciding to blame me? I do not know why I am here and I will never know. I see you have no light, but is that a reason not to wander anymore?
Faint train horns sound in the distance, cutting their thoughts in the tracks.
"And this is your servitude robot, mam?" the inspection robot asks.
"Yes." Mina rushingly answered his question.
"Understood, there should be enough space for the robot in the back."
Fotia residing in the far behind carriage of the sky train is various wagons away from her yet drive in the same thought. "Why?"
Back at the hospital Koltis lays upon the bed, tubes all over his body and vital signals flutter in uneven rhythms.
"I talked with your father. On his behalf, I'm open to make a deal with you, on the condition you fullfil one request for me."
A woman with long red curled hair hanging barely above his face, eyes anomaly blacked out with a pale white face, standing right before his hospital bed.
"What, who are you?" He asks, shaken in his voice.
She closes in even closer to his sweaty face, whispering into his right ear, backing up and stretching out her arm towards him. His heart monitor starts to oscillate in violent high peaks and dangerous low lows.
Koltis' body still in hesitation, reaches out to her pale white hand, shaking on it.
A sensation of despair showers over him, creating a feeling of a hole in his chest.
"So be it, son of Uriel." She announces to him, looking down on him and exiting the room silently.
Koltis falls off the bed, throwing up violently on the blue high gloss floor, finally falling asleep with a mind of ease in the vomit.