man even i don't know what the shit | AU | open?

[gatecliff]

It was a fine morning, fine enough to find Scylla sitting on a nice bench, reliving the delicious memory of his birth. His Gate had been attacked, then had escaped due to the interference of the ring wizard. Fortunately—or unfortunately, for him—he'd run right to the place Phantom Siren had expected him to go. It was in the hospital room that his Gate started losing himself; he'd been allowed enough time to try to fight off Siren and then had had to watch as he'd failed, as Siren plunged her blade into the heart-support's body.

And then— Ah, yes. She'd left, leaving the Gate alone with the body. The cracks spread thicker and deeper, confirming with his own hands that the one who supported his heart was gone. Would never return. The rampaging madness of the monster inside him had torn apart the final remaining vestiges of hope, had made him attempt every futile little thing he could think of in the vain attempt to find life again and when he'd failed, Scylla was free.

And here he was now, enjoying this fine day. What did it matter that Siren wanted to see him? Obviously she didn't appreciate the finer things in life; she didn't even remember her awakening. What a waste.