An unknown person appeared and saved me...?
But why...?
The thought felt like a crack in glass, too absurd and fragile to hold. According to the system, that very person had interfered with his fate and stolen the runes that were meant for him.
If that was true, then why go through the trouble of saving him? Why not let him die there, broken and defeated in the cold jaws of the dungeon?
The contradiction gnawed at his thoughts like a splinter beneath the skin.
Is it because without me, he couldn't obtain the runes? Was I... a necessary piece? A vessel, a medium...?
He clenched his fists under the sheets, fingers trembling slightly as the idea settled in.
Yes, that must be it... otherwise, I can't imagine a reason for him to have saved me.
The thought settled uncomfortably in his chest, like a cold stone dragging down his breath.
Just then, a voice cut through the growing weight in his mind like a needle through silk.
