"...Is your Flaw killing you, March?"
For a short mont, her smile faltered.
Then, she laughed:
"What are you talking about? All my Flaw does is give people’s mories! How would that kill ?"
Sunny looked her up and down for a few monts. Then, he sighed.
"I’ve dealt with sothing similar before, you know? Back in the Nightmare, I was thrown into... well, I don’t know how many, but I was thrown into a labyrinth of uncountable nightmares... within the Nightmare? Uh... it was a mind hex, basically."
He crossed his arms.
"In each nightmare, I was put into a different body, as a different person, who lived a different life. Each ti, I couldn’t rember who I was... but I was able to keep so amount of individuality. I fought that horse over and over, and since neither of us backed down, the Nightmares eventually shattered. Of course, since I’m still here, it’s obvious who won that fight."
Recalling the horror of dying countless tis, Sunny continued:
"Those mories are all a blur. I can only rember a few nightmares that stood out to , and even then, those ones are still unclear. I have a perfect mory, but, sohow, they were practically wiped clean. Once or twice, I wondered... what would have happened if I didn’t forget those mories?"
Seeing a hint of unease in March’s expression, Sunny narrowed his eyes.
"What’s my True Na?"
Suddenly, March kicked off the floor, flinging herself across the grass until her back was almost pressed against the glass walls of the Express’ indoor greenhouse. The room grew colder, becoming almost visible as the air froze around her, eyes locked onto Sunny with wariness.
He didn’t move, the silence creeping over them like a foul on as their eyes refused to separate from the other. As March tensed, preparing to roll to the side if he suddenly disappeared...
Sunny laughed. He slapped his thigh while weakly pointing at March as if she was the biggest joke in the world. She incredulously stared back, form still frozen as if she could lose her head at any mont. Eventually, he wiped a tear from his eye:
"You know, my shadow was in your room earlier."
March’s expression paled:
"Wha— When?!"
"When you fell off your bed and went: ’Damnation!’ It was a biblically enlightening view... though, I have no idea what a ’biblically’ is."
Sunny grinned.
"And before you call a pervert, just know that I had completely innocent intentions while stalking all of you... uh, except for Welt. His room is weird. Anyways, I was simply making sure nobody died in their sleep because a Nightmare Creature suddenly teleported into their room, or sothing. Normal stuff, and all that."
March didn’t release her glare, but she did lower her arms. Eventually, she averted her gaze, staring at the tree behind Sunny.
"...You’ve got . So what? I’ve already figured out how to deal with it."
He tilted his head.
"You just need to keep going through Nightmare Seeds, right?"
March blinked.
"...Okay, how did you even figure that out?"
"You seed pretty fine with suddenly jumping into a Second Nightmare. Didn’t even consider it. As for Dan Heng... well, he’s the kind of guy to just co along for the ride."
Then, he scratched his head.
"The mind gets stronger along with the body and soul, so it just kind of made sense?"
March’s Flaw forcefully made her experience the mories of others. Sunny did know whether there was a pattern or rhythm to which mories are seen and when she sees them, however... he believed that it happened quite often.
Often enough for March to have seen at least a fourth, if not the entirety of his life.
That was quickly confird when he heard her say one of his signature catchphrases in her room. It wasn’t sothing that people could pick up that easily... right? Plus, the way she had beco imdiately alard the mont he asked about his own True Na proved that she knew even his greatest secret — though, it was possible that she only heard of Shadow Bond in passing while seeing his mories. In any case, March did not have many mories of her own. Maybe only three to four years worth of them.
So, if he considered the worst, and believed that she got a fragnted mory of each and every person that has ever entered the range of her Flaw... wouldn’t that an the person called ’March 7th’ no longer existed? Wouldn’t she remain as nothing but a patchwork of countless people?
The death the two of them were referring to wasn’t the literal kind... but a symbolic one.
Of course, the above scenario was very unlikely. Otherwise, she would have already been driven insane. In reality, it was probably much slower.
Naturally, the obvious way to prevent herself from losing her mind was to challenge the Nightmares. Her mind would grow vaster and more durable, allowing her to withstand more knowledge. But...
"That’s not a reliable solution."
At his clinical words, March pursed her lips.
"Why... would you think that?"
It was almost as if she was already assuming that he was right, rather than genuinely needing to confirm his reasoning. Sunny gazed at her for a few monts, before asking his own question back:
"What is your True Na?"
March flinched.
Then, she froze, looking down at herself in confusion.
"...What?"
Sunny wryly smiled.
"See? Not only did you know about my paranoia, but you even inherited it. At this point, I think it’s comfortable to say that you aren’t even really you anymore."
He paused for a mont, before asking.
"You do know what I’m talking about, right? If not, forget about that first part."
March frowned, before shaking her head, pastel hair hitting herself.
"No, I know. Uh... not that I would ever use it, or anything."
She made a slightly embarrassed face.
"Even if I wanted to, there’s no way I could get rid of her."
Sunny blinked.
"Her?"
March blinked back. Then, she grinned.
"Oh, nobody important."
Sunny had an expression of disbelief on his face, but didn’t bother prying.
"Whatever. I have a more important question, anyways."
He sent her a strange, even judgntal, look.
"Do you... want that to happen? To lose your identity?"
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