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Therapy


Back in the barracks, members of the Ylissean army were conversing in the common room. Once everyone cleared out, the last two remaining were Anna and Nowi.



Taking a seat, Anna let out a yawn, glancing at the unseen screen to her right before focusing her gaze on Nowi. Casually, she spoke, "We're being watched, you know." Looking around with bright purple irises, Nowi almost looked as if she were panicking, "H-Huh? I don't see anyone watching us. There's no one here Anna!"



Anna gestured with her head towards her right before continuing, "You don't see him?" Nowi shook her head, her green locks flying everywhere, "Nope! Are you sure you're not nuts?" Letting out an annoyed huff, Anna put her feet up on the table and closed her eyes. Puffing out her cheeks, Nowi crossed her arms, "It's not my fault I don't see things that don't exist." Letting the air out of her mouth she continued, "Well... since you seem to have imaginary friends, does that mean you'd be up for playing?"



Opening one of her eyes, Anna glanced at the Manakete, "Perhaps, love~ All though, I still have to count my earnings for today, so not for a while." Puffing her cheeks once more, Nowi replied with a pout, "Fiiiiiine...."
 
Delsin Morrow fell asleep on his couch, three in the morning with his 3DS still on his chest and humming away softly with Fire Emblem music. The glow of the handheld screen, cut through the darkness of the living room --offset only by the glow of the television screen. The news broadcast reported all about the solar flare that washed across the globe earlier in the day, causing all sorts of electrical disturbances, strange phenomenon, and in some cases, pockets of concentrated electromagnetic energy lingered.


The retired soldier had no idea that which waited for him in the near future. All the stress and frustration with the world neared a turning point the likes of which he could never see coming. All day his electronics soaked up the solar flare, and now as it neared peak capacity, the whole world he knew was about to be turned upside down.


But for now, he slept fitfully, nightmares clawing at his dream-time and reminding him of every mistake he made --every life he cost, every life he took. The monstrous guilt could not leave him alone, not for one moment of his day or night. No matter who told him, or what they said, he always carried the blame as if it were his own.
 
With a wink, Anna smiled at the Manakete, "Well then, I should be off~" With a bit of a frown, Nowi grumbled, "All right... we'll play later..." Picking herself from the chair, Anna made her way towards the exit, gesturing towards Nowi once more before departing. Placing a hand on her hips, Nowi sighed.


Nowi's eyes caught a quick glimpse of a bolting spell, headed directly before her. In an instant, she shifted into the form of a Manakete to better soak the damaging spell. Letting out a scream-like-roar, Nowi thrashed as she felt her head smack hard into something above her. Her tail hit something, causing it to crash onto the ground and shatter. She was in a small room, but it was not the one she had been in previously. A man—presumably human—was laying near her. Looking around in a panic, there was no sign of the mage who had cast the bolting spell, and despite it being an unknown location, everything seemed to be calm. Reverting to her humanoid form, Nowi puffed out her cheeks, examining the damage she had inflicted upon the room.
 
Delsin shot awake at the sound of screeching and roaring, things crashing down around him. He'd been ripped from the throes of his PTSD nightmares and tossed into something he couldn't fathom as reality. A large figure romped around in his living room, suddenly to be replaced with a smaller one. The trained instincts of a soldier, had him rolling off of the couch and making for the weapon he stashed over the door frame. His heart thundered against his ribs, adrenaline dispatched to the farthest reaches of his circulatory system.


Every thought felt like a fraction of a microsecond, and he had trouble keeping up with his own panic. Just as he reached up for the weapon he looked back to assess the situation. Room damaged interloper... small? Wait, what he saw caused him to hesitate longer than any soldier should have, but only because he immediately decided his psyche finally snapped. It couldn't be possible, he knew that person --character-- from a game. Nowi? Fire Emblem's Nowi?


No way, it couldn't be possible, the laws of the universe dictated as such! He finally snapped, after all the PTSD episodes, and all the therapy, he finally lost it. Morrow kept quiet, staring at the Manakete in shocked silence. For a delusion, it felt real; the whole living room had been practically destroyed by it --or maybe he did it in some blackout fit of psychosis? Could he ever be sure of his own perceptions again? It seemed unlikely.


"This is a delusion. It has to be a delusion. I've lost my damn mind," he said, still standing in the threshold of his bedroom door.
 
Hands placed upon her hips, she glared at the room; disappointed in herself that she seemed to have damaged someone's home. The sleeping human spoke, and Nowi wheeled around in surprise. Furrowing her brows, she stared at him, and wondered who he was, and why she had appeared at his place of residence.


"Delusion...? Well, if you've lost your mind, I've lost mine as well! Though I'm sure some would argue I didn't have mine to begin with~" Giggling she cocked her head and examined the man closer, her purple eyes fixated upon his, "Speaking of, where are we anyway? I've never seen um... this type of furniture. Well, I mean I broke it, so I guess I'm not really sure what it looked like in the first place, but... details?"
 
"That's what a delusion might say," he countered quickly, not snappishly but certainly with... well, certainty! The man lowered his hand from where it had been reaching to the door frame and turned fully to face the Manakete. "Though I suppose if I have lost my mind, nothing is going to change that, so I'll go based upon the idea that what I'm seeing is what I'm believing." Delsin resigned himself quickly, sighing and scratching at the back of his head. He looked tired, and not the kind of tired you got from missing a few hours of beauty sleep. His whole frame appeared weary and yet, wound tight like iron bands.


Anxiety clutched at his shoulders like an oppressive hand and the depths of his eyes looked like they might have been bright and full of life once, not the dull, aching pools of foggy glass they had become.


"Well, I guess I should preface this by saying this is not your world. Here, your adventures --and that of the other Shepherds-- are just a game, a 'video' game simulated by a machine," Delsin explained. Cautiously, he walked past Nowi to retrieve the game case for Fire Emblem: Awakening. Plucking it from the floor and the ruins of his coffee table, he dusted it off and held it out for her to take.


"See for yourself," he said, his own disbelief at the situation fading into a bizarre mixture of denial, complacency, and shock. The ex-soldier didn't look ill, his body actually seemed very well-maintained. His spirit --his heart even-- seemed to be the issue.
 
Tilting her head, Nowi spoke with a raised brow, "I mean, I suppose you're right.... I don't think I'm a figment of your imagination though!" Biting her lip, she continued to fixate upon the man with her bright eyes, "Yup! That's true. Besides, I'd rather you not treat me like a figment of your imagination! I mean, that's just weird, right?" Smiling, she poked at his chest, making sure herself that he was real as well. It was a strange situation for the both of them, and despite her happy-go-lucky demeanor, Nowi was about as concerned as he was.


Then the reality bomb hit. "W-Wait, what? A game? I'm not really real after all?" Taking the case, she stared at it—almost glaring at it, worry visible upon her visage for the briefest moment. Taking her finger, she poked at the case and flipped it around, reading everything she could. Her confusion turned into a smile, "W-Wow! So I'm
constantly being played with! Yay! I was always upset when no one wanted to play with me, but little did I know I was wrong!" Biting her lip she continued, "Buuuut, I guess I didn't really understand everything you said. What's does a 'video game simulated by a machine' mean? It's not a game in how I understand it, right?"


Pulling her head from the case, she looked upon the man once more, staring at him expectantly. Her glance darted from his eyes to his form a few times, seemingly examining him.
 
Delsin scratched his head. "I'm not sure if it is that, exactly. You may just be from another world that is perceived as a game to us, or at least that is the only form we know of it,"he explained, trying to actually think about the science of energies and dimensions. It felt all too complicated for him; tactics and math, he could manage, but dimensional theory beyond the likes of which any scientist has fathomed? Unlikely. Delsin rubbed his eyes tiredly, and stretched his back; several of the vertebrae sang a crack while settling.


"As for the video and machine part, it's a device with a flat screen that shows moving pictures to depict a game. You control aspects of the picture to play. Let me show you," he said, picking the 3DS --which also sat in the remains of the coffee table-- and turned it on to show her. Passing the home screen, he brought up the game and showed it to her, fiddling with the controls to emphasize. "See? This is a video game, it comes in many shapes and sizes and styles. I can take this specific game out of the machine, and put in a new one if I wanted to," he explained while demonstrating.


He showed her stats and movement and how the fighting screens worked. It occurred to him that it must have been very strange to watch her friends being 'controlled' like this, the decisions being made for them instead of by themselves. Then again, was it really so different than being the Shepherd tactician? He told them what to do, as was the crux of his character concept. Robin was his original name was it not? So many questions floated about inside of his head, none of which seemed to have any readily apparent answers.
 
Nowi smiled cheerily at his response, "That makes me feel a bit better! Well, I mean at least I'm glad I'm not errrm... imaginary." Looking around his room absently, she focused upon him again when he described in more detail about her origins, so to speak. Puffing her cheeks out, she didn't quite understand what he meant.


When the device was handed to her, she looked upon it with awe, a wide grin spreading across her face. When Fire Emblem was turned on, she appeared worried for a brief moment, before gluing her eyes to the screen, watching as Delsin sent her friends off to fight. "Sooooo... erm. Are you the one responsible for our victories then? I always kinda thought it was because I was so big and scary!! Rawwwr!!!!" Flexing and rawring, she stared at Delsin expectantly before focusing on the game once more, "So ummm... do you always win, then? I hope you do! I mean, that would kind of be terrible for us if you didn't, right?"
 
Delsin sat back on the couch and pinched the bridge of his nose, he felt a headache coming on like a freight train.


"No, you're not imaginary. Even if I couldn't prove you weren't, you're a living, breathing person. You hurt and feel and get happy or sad --that is enough to classify as 'real' don't you think?" he explained his logic. He felt a little like Alice toppling down the rabbit hole into wonderland, a place that he didn't understand but invaded his perceptions rapidly. The easiest way to validate himself would be to grab someone he knew was real, and see if they too could see the Manakete for themselves. That of course didn't make for a good plan of action as if it turned out she did in fact come here from another world, that might cause people to ask questions. If she didn't, and Delsin turned out to be crazy, then somebody knew of his crazy and might have him hauled off --both options did not bode well.


"Huh?" he said, just then realizing that Nowi asked another question. "Oh, well, I don't think it works that way. There are millions of copies of that game, all with people playing based on their own perceptions. I'm not sure if any of them are the true decisions makers," he said thoughtfully, scratching his chin. "As for me personally? I've played far too many games, and have far too much experience in tactics to lose. I can't remember the last time I lost a battle."


It did make for an interesting thought though, one person's actions being so in-sync with another world that they were actually the decisions made there.
 
Tilting her head thoughtfully at the man's response, Nowi pondered for a moment before replying, "Mmm, I suppose that's a good way to look at it. Hey, for someone who looks so sad you're pretty reasonable!" Biting her lip she just realized how rude she was and puffed her cheeks, "Errrrm... sorry about that. Sometimes I don't think before I speak. I mean, usually I do! Errrm."


Averting her gaze, and feeling terrible she lowered her head and continued, "Anyway... If there are really millions of copies of my world, maybe it's more like a window? Like err... you can see, but your actions don't actually mean anything? Seems kinda of... strange though. Regardless though! I'm glad you don't send my friends off to die. That'd be... awkward, if you did!" Giggling and smiling as best she could, she then paused and cocked her head, "So... well, you seem to know me very well. Might I ask your name? Oooo, oo, oo! And tell me about yourself! I mean, stuff other than your hobby of games, though that's my hobby too! We should play together a lot. I mean, if I'm going to be stuck here I might as well make the most of it, right? Could I live here too? I can cook! Well, sort of."
 
"Looks so sad?" he parroted. Delsin didn't really talk to many people since his retirement, and nobody ever told him that he looked sad before. For the first time it dawned on him that maybe, he didn't internalize his feelings as well as he thought he did; maybe he just fell out of practice with it, who knew? Suddenly, he felt very self-conscious about himself and his mannerisms. I mean really, who wants to spend any amount of time with some broken down train wreck of a human being?


It took Morrow longer than it should have to realize that Nowi just kept going with the conversation after he stopped to think about what she first said. "Huh? Oh. Well, I can't pretend to know anything for sure about what's going on," he admitted. "All I know is that you're here now, and I'm certainly not going to kick you out or anything --that would be cruel. You don't know this world at all, how could I not let you stay here?" Delsin rubbed his head again, headache throbbing just behind his forehead.


"My name is Delsin Morrow," he said, looking back up at the Manakete. at least he had the advantage of knowing what she was like already. The ex-soldier could manage his situation a lot easier feeling familiar with her. Sure, she needed to get to know him, but at the very least he already knew plenty about her --he'd be more comfortable and less anxious. 'Less' being the operative word, as most things made Delsin anxious.
 
With a grin Nowi clasped her hands together, "Nice to meet you! I'm No—oh right, you know that already! You know I'm a manakete... is there anything you don't know? I'm not a closed book! I don't have any secrets, that I know of! Ooo, they'd be secret to me too, if I did. Anyway, if there's anything you'd like to know, don't hesitate to ask!" With a wide grin, Nowi focused her gaze upon Delsin before continuing, "Oh and um... thank you for letting me stay here. I'm not sure what I'd do otherwise... I mean, usually when I'm by myself I'm kidnapped or sold off to some creep. Sure I can fight and everything, but... well... anyway, thank you." Closing her eyes and smiling as cutesy as she could muster, she was only able to hold it for a few moments before a strange tearing noise resonated throughout the apartment. "Huh!?"


Surrounded by electrical energies was the form of two familiar friends; Anna, and Lucina. The manakete's bright eyes fixated upon them, and she covered her mouth as she gasped,
"A-Anna?! Lucina?!" The energy dissipated from their forms, and the two women looked around the apartment with distress. It didn't take long for Anna to recover from the shock, as she immediately began fiddling with Delsin's belongings, appraising them of their value. Lucina drew her sword, and focused on Nowi, but didn't let Delsin out of her sight, "Nowi, are you unharmed?"


Biting her lip, Nowi replied,
"Um... yeah! Totally!" Lucina relaxed at the manakete's words, and gently slid her sword back in its sheath, "I see. Where exactly are we?"


On the other side of the room, Anna was poking Delsin's television, seemingly not sharing Lucina's concern for the situation,
"What is this strange box?"
 
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