Regal

"Yes?"

"You said you made Amy, but everyone else other than Amy is different right? Something about random actions and consequences because of instability and chaos from the nothingness of the beginnings and etc..."

"Yup"

"...Right"

"Right"

"You also said "Your life is your own" to me, but never specified about Amy, is she different in this aspect as well?"

"..."

"...Well?"

"...Amy"s life is not her own and at the same time it is"

"What do you mean?"

"Well... let"s begin with what you said earlier, "Your life is your own" and what I meant"

"Okay"

"When I said that to you I meant something quite simple actually, what you feel comes from your own perception... You have choices, who to like, who to dislike, what to love, what to hate, you choose based on what you perceive, mostly unconsciously, based on your "design"... your genes basically, of course how you yourself develop depends on you"

"So... you made my "design"?"

"Yes... and no, yes I designed some things...no, I never put them together, that"s a bit generalized but G.o.ddesses are a bit special, even compared to generic G.o.ds, the "s.p.a.ce" in which you were all were born is a very, veeeery stable and safe place with a bunch of nothing, all stimulus to "put together" the pieces comes from inside, not from outside perception but perception from inside, from those things that are not nothing... my few designs"

"..."

"Now, here comes the interesting bits, each G.o.ddess had her own "s.p.a.ce" in which they started to exist and grow, of course it was all the very same, btw at this point, time and spatial position weren"t a thing, they didn"t exist basically, so except that you were all in your own "s.p.a.ce" everything was the same, even your origins were nothing but unblemished "soul seeds" deprived of outside influences, and yet..."

"Any yet... what?"

"Well, you met the other G.o.ddesses right?"

"Yes?"

"Just think, wasn"t there something weird?"

"...We are all different"

"Very different. In fact so different even I am amazed, a bunch of flavors indeed"

"Okay, stop salivating and continue with the story"

*cough*

"Yes, so where was I? Right, your growth... it was quite lonely actually if you think about it"

"...I never thought about that, I guess I didn"t have the need for others yet?"

"No, you did, as did the others, its just that you could feel their existence, even now you have the same feeling, its just that being born with it, it was always the norm"

"..."

"Well, apart from that feeling, you were all alone, same origin, same few designs, same scattered existences, basically same starting point, so... what do you think made you all so different?"

"...You made it so?"

"Wrong, you all did that on your own"

"...It sounds like a lie, I mean we all had the same beginning, same conditions, etc... there was no variable that could change us like that... unless"

"Bingo! It was in your design, the same... need for uniqueness, for your own self"

"But"

"Indeed, being unique is quite vague, especially if you all have the exact same circ.u.mstances to try to create your own self without knowing of how the others are"

"Its the same if its not there in the first place..."

"Again, Wrong! It"s only useless on its own!"

"Another design?"

"Not quite, this one is... a gift if I may say"

"...Isn"t it the same thing?"

"No, because this... gift is not anything else other than..."

"..."

"..."

"...Are you waiting for me to ask?"

I smile

*sigh*

"Okay, what is this... gift you speak of?"

"The feeling"

"Pardon?"

"The feeling you feel even now, yet can"t discern, you can feel the others"

"...You made it sound quite inconsequential before though?"

*cough*

"anyway, that feeling made you all unique"

"But, you said we can only feel each other, can we differentiate with that?"

"Well, probably?"

"...Probably?"

"..."

"...Parcell?" *glare*

"Well, to be honest... I"m not quite sure... why you all are different..."

"...Is this a joke?"

"..."

"All that build-up?"

"..."

"All that suspense and vague s.h.i.t"

"..."

"ALL FOR A "PROBABLY" AND A "NOT QUITE SURE"!?"

"...I mean, how am I to know!? You all just went against any common sense altogether! The other G.o.ds are all the same! You might as well call them robots! AND THEY ALL GREW UP TOGETHER! AND WITH A LOT OF EDUCATION AND OUTSIDE STIMULUS! I EVEN MADE THEM SCHOOLS, TEACHERS, COMPEt.i.tIONS AND s.h.i.t, YET WHY!?? WHY ARE THEY ALL THE FREAKING SAME!"

"...So basically, we were the abandoned children that went against your oh so perfect plans?" Emilia says as she ominously approaches

"...Uhm, Emillia... san?"

*glare* *step*

"Emilia... sama?"

*bam* *crack* *giggle*

"ARGGH!!"

"hehe, its fine "Papa", hehe! Its just a tickle, hehe, no need to be so loud, hehe!"

"NOOOOooooo..."

-Some hours later-

I am currently in dogeza, listening to Emilia how I should have been a more caring parent... G.o.d...

Obviously I am quite bruised up, but it seems they are just flesh wounds... its just that she used some magic so they might stick for a while... as for the crack... let"s not talk about it...

"Sigh... I guess you understand now, right?"

"Y-YES!!"

"Good, now only a few more hours in dogeza and I might forgive you"

"...thank you"

"Of course, you still need to be punished by all the others"

"..."

"I am quite interested how your G.o.ddesses will react when I show them the recording of this conversation"

"...You recorded it?"

"...Time Magic"

"...Oh"

"This might be the only time I say this but... F*CK MAGIC"