II. 50% Droned
[As Beyond Birthday was already a rather extreme person, being torn between two extremes has not done well for him. The conflicting memories did not exactly fool him long - after all, he had a special ammunition. The eyes that saw death were like an anchor to his world - had they not been present in Mayfield, perhaps he would think that his other life was a fever dream. After all, seeing death? Being a genius detective's apprentice? Committing three murders? The Beyond Birthday that had lived his life in Mayfield dismissed these as mere fantasy, a drama like the story books, and it would have made perfect sense. Every once in a while, he couldn't help but think that way, and had to force himself to get back on track. He could still see things that other Mayfielders could not see. And even though lifespans had been degraded to mere question marks... he knew that without a doubt, they represented death. Death, in a town where nothing bad ever happened. How did that make sense?
Death was the constant. He just had to kill... the Beyond Birthday that was also Rue Ryuzaki knew that killing could answer his questions. That killing was second nature. But the wife didn't have a lifespan. Maybe she was already dead.
It was a theory to be tested. Little more.
An hour later, the drone woman lay poisoned on the couch as Beyond Birthday poured the lemonade down the sink. This lemonade was too sour, but he was sure his lovely wife could make another batch. After all, it wasn't as though she died from drinking it or anything. Sure, she didn't have a pulse, but he could still hear her voice. If he walked over to her, she told him she was very tired. He felt no remorse.
... This was becoming frustrating. He suddenly wondered if he had even been doing what he thought he had been doing. Agitated, he picks up the phone.]
[Phone]
B's memory is supposed to be perfect. How is this done?
Death was the constant. He just had to kill... the Beyond Birthday that was also Rue Ryuzaki knew that killing could answer his questions. That killing was second nature. But the wife didn't have a lifespan. Maybe she was already dead.
It was a theory to be tested. Little more.
An hour later, the drone woman lay poisoned on the couch as Beyond Birthday poured the lemonade down the sink. This lemonade was too sour, but he was sure his lovely wife could make another batch. After all, it wasn't as though she died from drinking it or anything. Sure, she didn't have a pulse, but he could still hear her voice. If he walked over to her, she told him she was very tired. He felt no remorse.
... This was becoming frustrating. He suddenly wondered if he had even been doing what he thought he had been doing. Agitated, he picks up the phone.]
[Phone]
B's memory is supposed to be perfect. How is this done?