Chapter 35 I'd Choose You

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*** {Outside The Projection} No one said a word. No one dared to move. Not even the 'main characters.' The projection didn't stop. It didn't slow down, didn't give anyone time to breathe or think as it usually did. It just kept rolling, hammering them with every brutal second like it wanted them to drown in it. And in that crushing silence, one thought hung heavy in everyone's mind: 'What kind of person comes back from something like this... and doesn't break?' Nobody. That was who. Nobody could walk out of something like this still whole. Malik wasn't just broken—his mind, his body, his soul—it was all shattered. Not the kind of hurt one could fix with time or whatever hopeful crap people tell themselves. This was the kind of broken that gutted you, hollowed you out, and left behind... what, exactly? Nobody knew. Nobody even wanted to know. But one thing was painfully clear: When the pieces finally hit the ground, whatever was left wouldn't be him anymore. It'd be something else. Something twisted, forged out of nothing but pain and spite. And if they were being real for a second? That scared them. They knew that it was coming but still... they didn't want to see it happen. It was too cruel, even for a world like theirs. *** {Inside The Projection} Like the people outside, the man in pink robes didn't move, didn't speak—just stood there, staring. His presence was as abrupt as a slap to the face, and Malik couldn't process it. Not with the weight of the kids' bodies in his arms. All he could feel was an unbearable ache. But apparently, the world wasn't done with him yet. Hadn't taken enough. The dove had cried for the loss of its chick to an owl... But its cries had only invited another of its kind to supper. And well... this owl, he looked... wrong. Not wrong in the sense of monstrous or alien—nothing so blatant. No, this wrongness was subtler, in a way that made the hairs on the back of Malik's neck stand up. There was something about him, like he was more than a man. Divine almost. Like he stood a step closer to God than anyone had a right to. But that wasn't what left Malik reacting the way that he did. It was the man's hair. That same deep crimson. The color of Sinbad's. The color of Huda's. "Who are you?" "..." Receiving no reply, Malik laid down the kids. Then he pushed himself up to his knees and aimed the shamshir forward. "Tell me. Who are you?" "..." The man didn't answer, again. He simply stood there, towering over Malik with this almost bored look on his face. "...Can you tell me who you are?" The phrasing of that question seemed to finally hit the right note for him to answer. "Cyrus. And I'm here because everything has reached its conclusion." Malik didn't understand at first. He just stared at Cyrus, trying to piece together what was happening. But then, like a punch to the gut, it hit him, making him drop the blade. 'This man.' Clang... THIS man! The image of the kids lying limp in the alleyway flashed in his mind. To justify what they'd just seen? The memory—the truth—was laid bare in front of them, undeniable. And there was no hiding from it. Huda and her brother had caused it all. Without them in the picture, Malik wouldn't have suffered as he did. The world wouldn't have spiraled into chaos. That realization hit her like a dagger to the heart, twisting, twisting, and twisting. What remained of her composure shattered. She began to weep—not quietly, not with even a shred of dignity. It wasn't the kind of crying one could choke back. It was raw, ugly, the sound of a person unraveling at the seams. Like a lost child searching for their parents, she broke apart right then and there. Tears fell freely, her sobs filling the suffocating silence. This was a scene that would've tugged at anyone's heartstrings. But no one moved. Not Layla. Not Safira. Not Roya. Not Noor. Not Azeem. Not even Zafar, the supposed hero. Her own camp—family members, people she had trusted, fought alongside—they just... stood there. In shock, in discomfort, in judgment. Not a single person stepped forward to console her, to offer even a whisper of comfort. And that, more than anything, crushed her completely. For she, like Malik, felt alone. *** {Inside The Projection} "I didn't come here to this pathetic ass, kid." Cyrus finally spoke. "Sinbad's dead. Can't fix it. And she's—" He gestured to Huda, still lying there, sleeping. "—the one who won the right to succession. Not him." Malik's blood went cold. "What the fuck are you talking about? Succession? If it's about proving who's fit to lead your fucked-up family, then Sinbad's the one who deserves it! He deserved it more than anyone!" Cyrus just shrugged, looking completely uninterested. "Doesn't matter. It's the way of the world...." While listening to his words, Malik felt his vision go blurry, his world sinking. 'NO!' But then, with a scream that shook his mind, he forced himself to stay upright, to stay angry. "...Luck failed Sinbad, and now he's dead. Huda's the one who gets it all." He snapped his head towards the bastard. "Why?... Why do this to your own family?! To your own flesh and blood?!" Cyrus clicked his tongue. "As. I. Have. Already. Saaaaaaid. It's the way things are~. It's the way they've always been. Besides, Sinbad was too much of a dreamer, too much of a fool, and now look where it's gotten him." The coldness of Cyrus's words shook off the fog clouding Malik's mind more than anything he tried. This monster of a man had the nerve to call Sinbad, his flesh and blood, a fool? To brush his life aside like it was nothing? "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" Malik forced himself up and got closer, clinging to the wall for support. Cyrus, seemingly unbothered by his struggle, went past and halted just before Huda. "STOP!" Much to Malik's dismay, Cyrus wasn't much too keen on listening to him. He bent down, picked her up, and took a step toward the cave's exit. "Noooooo~? Going to scream that next? Don't bother." Cyrus didn't stop moving. "You're nothing but a speck of dust... Buuuuut~. Not all is lost." He stepped over Sinbad and passed Malik again, still not giving him face. "You still can be something... something real interesting." Slowing a little, he added: "It's to the point that I would've chosen you over the both of them." Malik's eyes widened in disbelief. "Heard me right, kid. I'd choose you if I could."

Chapter 35 I'd Choose You

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