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Nameless Tamaji.

The hybrid has been dead for months. I killed them myself.

I've been given the powers they killed for, given the wishes they tried to take. 

My parents are alive, and Angelo, the First himself, is mentoring me to continue on in his legacy. 

I should feel happy, overjoyed, and determined, and I am.

I'm happy to have my parents back, and I'm determined to make them proud, however...

Since that day of their death, there's been a gnawing feeling in the back of my mind. A feeling I don't know the name of yet, scratching at the underside of my skin, feasting on the energy I have; Just waiting for when I slip up to feast upon my corpse and turn me to rot while my mother cries.

I have won the battle, though.

So why is it I who feels like the losing party?

My mother reassures me of my safety, my father of Nameless' long and coming exile. 

Exile.

The thought of Nameless not being dead, but rather, only exiled placed fear in me. 

I've lost count of the nights I woke up in a panic, my sheets damp with sweat, and my charging cable about to catch flame. 

I have visited the Goddess many times, confessing my worries.

She offers to rid of them herself in a permanent, guaranteed way to bid farewell to all fears, though it would require reviving them again.

I've only been thinking of her offer, not even a consideration, though both my parents believe it's the right thing, perhaps my father more than my mother.

I hear the clock ticking in the full of my core to make a decision. 

For now, I suppose, these nightly swims with my assistant, Aestheriar, make things seem better than they truly are.