Point-of-View: Jaden Xeno
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Hm...okay, these things are harder to get the hang of than I expected. It feels strange, moving legs that I can’t actually feel. It’s a lot easier to just float myself around with telekinesis instead, though that gets pretty exhausting after a while too.
I stumbled slightly, catching myself with my telekinesis before I could fall, before steadying myself and continuing.
"Are you okay?" Inquired the Union rep escorting .
"Yup, all good," I nodded, giving him a thumbs up.
It’s the 24th of January, 2171, around 8 PM at night, and I’d just arrived in Sanctuary Theta, to attend the press conference that was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.
Of the five survivors from the team that tackled the Final Dungeon, four are residents of Sanctuary Theta, so it’s the most logical location to hold the press conference in.
I wonder though, is this really necessary? I an, based on what I’ve seen online, it looks like a lot of people are pretty excited about it, can’t say I really get the hype, to be honest.
Considering that more than half our team was killed, it isn’t exactly going to be particularly upbeat and positive.
Ciel’s going to attend the press conference too, and I’m not so sure that’s the best idea...knowing what so reporters and journalists can be like, I wouldn’t be surprised if a few insensitive questions end up being thrown her way.
Anyway, as I walked out of the airport, I got into a cab and driven to the hotel I was going to be staying in. I’ll probably head ho tomorrow night, maybe the morning day after tomorrow at the latest.
I’ve found myself feeling unusually lazy and listless over these last few days, I just feel like I don’t have much energy at the mont.
"Couldn’t you guys have just published the reports we submitted instead of holding this press conference? I doubt any of us really feel up for this," I sighed wistfully.
"The HUC thought this would help lift everyone’s spirits, to hear from the heroes who saved the world," He responded with an apologetic smile.
"What, to like inspire them or sothing? I guess I get that, sort of...well, it’s fine, I just need to get through it and get it over and done with," I replied, leaning back in my seat.
"We’ll do our best to keep it as short as possible. Though, realistically, it’ll probably take up a fair bit of ti."
"Yeah, I’d be surprised if it didn’t."
We soon arrived at the hotel, located in an area that looked like the Monsters hadn’t quite gotten to during their invasion, most of the buildings in the area are intact.
The hotel staff carried my bags up to the room as they led through the building, taking up the elevator. We stepped out into one of the top floors of the building, before they showed to my room, a fancy, spacious suite.
Seems unnecessary, I’m probably just going to go to sleep in a bit, I really don’t need this much space. Huh, I don’t rember the last ti I felt this annoyed and irritable, I feel like I’m usually a lot more positive and optimistic.
I walked over to the large bed in the middle of the room, sitting on the edge before taking my prosthetic legs off, before shuffling over to the middle of the bed and laying down, staring up at the ceiling.
Okay, this bed is pretty comfy, definitely no complaints about that. It feels like it’s slowly absorbing my stress, which is making feel extra drowsy.
Hm, in hindsight...maybe I under-reacted when I first found out that my legs were gone for good. I an, sure, I wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, but I just figured I’d be able to adjust in a few days and get used to the change.
But, as it’s turned out, it’s a lot tougher than I expected.
I keep forgetting that they’re gone and try to get up, only to fall and catch myself with telekinesis. It’ll definitely take so ti before I fully adjust to this change.
Of course, it could’ve been worse. I’m still alive, and I’m pretty damned lucky that that’s the case. The fallen mbers of our team weren’t so lucky.
Rex, Iseul, Aarav, Brid, Jax and Petrus...they all gave it their all, contributing to our ultimate victory at the cost of their lives. The press conference tomorrow, they should be the focus of it, they deserve to be honored and rembered.
I let out a sigh as I rolled across the bed, before spotting a mini-fridge to the left. Hm, guess I could use so snacks. I began to get up, before stopping with a grimace, pausing for a mont as I felt a sense of frustration build up.
I shook my head to try and move past it, letting out a quiet huff before raising my hand towards the fridge, opening the door with my telekinesis and taking a look at the contents inside.
I picked a chocolate bar and a small bottle of alcohol, floating them out of the fridge and towards , shutting the door as I took hold of the items.
I cracked the bottle open and took a swig, before tearing the chocolate wrapper and taking a big bite, sighing quietly as I flopped back onto the bed.
It’s still pretty early, but I feel so drowsy. I did wake up early this morning, but I’ve just felt like I’m lower on energy lately.
Is it because of the loss of my legs?
Maybe, though I suppose it could be a ntal issue too. I’ve been fighting Monsters for almost ten years, and now, that’s over, the Monsters are gone for good.
And despite how hectic it got at tis, I always enjoyed fighting, I lived for that rush. But now, I don’t feel that desire anymore...is it just because of how difficult the final battle was? Or maybe...is it because I know that desire can’t be fulfilled anymore?
Hm. Maybe I should get so therapy to help figure that out. I’m not exactly qualified to diagnose myself, after all.
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