It is, quite obviously, the fourteenth page, of the second chapter, of empty titles.
ALSO!
There are two awesome pieces of fanart I would like to show off!
I hug both of these creators until the ends of all of our days.
The first one.
The Second one.
See? Up.
You can... you can just... fly like that?
Oh no. It's not flying. It's upward movement.
But you're flying.
No, flying is completely different. It's like... tell me the difference between riding in a car at 60 miles per hour and running. Both move in the same direction, but can you run at 60 miles per hour in the same way that a car does?
I... guess that makes sense. But still! How do you do that?
I don't know... how come you can't?
Is it something Cutters can do? Maybe I can do it! And I just don't know how!
I don't think its a cutter thing... everyone where I was from could do it... I honestly thought everyone... just... could.
Hm... Maybe we all can and just don't know how! Tell me!
You just... do.
That doesn't tell me anything! Like, do you think really really hard or something?
No... I just move up. It's like moving your hands. You just do it. You don't have to know how to move your hands, or how your hands work to move them. It's instinct. I think it's just some part of the splinter I'm from.
Ohhh.... Well is there anything else you can do that we can't?
I.. don't... I don't know! Is there anything you can do that I can't? There's no way for me to tell about something like that! We can both talk, and walk, and run, and fight! I mean... it's not really important.
I understand... sorry about that.
It's not a big deal. Anyway, I was drawing a whole bunch of stuff up here. I think I went a little overboard...
... Wow. It's really... interesting. What is all of that?
Just doodles I guess. You know when you've got a lot on your mind and you just sort of... go?
Yeah... I know the feeling. It's pretty interesting though. Interesting... yeah.
Yeah... weird. I know, and not good, I was never much of an artist. I had a friend who was once though. She was really really good. Painted all sorts of beautiful things. She was always trying to show me how, but I guess I just sucked.
Wait... you mean, like back where you were from?
Yeah. Where else?
I guess... I don't know. I never really thought much about your home... or you having friends or anything like that. How old were you when... all that stuff happened?
Eight maybe. Maybe older. It wasn't REALLY long ago. A few years in your time about. Then it just sort of happened. You don't have to give me that look. I got over it all. Now I just have the fond memories. The good stuff.
Do... I guess what I'm trying to ask is... what happened when he came to.... you know, cut off your universe? Like... how does a universe get cut and all of that?
It was sort of confusing. Really blurry, violent. That was before he cut the universe. A lot of blood, a lot of screaming. I remember I had friends, sort of like yours. They were the Titled also. You know, the gunman, the summoner, puppetmaster. Well, he made it clear that he wanted me, and a bunch of people fought him off. In the middle of the night he flat out smashed open my window, grabbed me, and made off. My parents heard, and our version of the police chased him down, so did my friends. And he just killed them. Right there. One of his arms was around my neck, and with the other, he just killed them. I remember blood splattered on my face. After that, the universe just... it was like it stopped. It went cold.
Everything was still there. But it was lifeless. Like, I could see it, but it wasn't there anymore. Like looking at a transparent image, or a photograph next to the real thing.
It wasn't real. It was just a memory.
And then we left. Just gone. Out... That's about it.
Zane...
Why do you keep doing that?
What?
I don't want all of your sympathy. You asked, and I told you. Please don't act so sad over this. It's fine now. All good!