Chapter 219 – Sitting on the edge.<h2></h2>


    John stretched after he woke up next to Rave. Well, he didn’t actually wake up NEXT to her. The techno-lover’s upper half was hanging over the edge of the bed, while her feet had found their way on top of him. He nced over at the rm clock on his nightstand, 8 AM, no time to be worried over; he could keep lying around for a bit.


    Following yesterday’s events, he had returned to the mansion, had taken a rtively minor scolding from Lydia (who objected over the ‘how’ not the ‘what’ he had done), regenerated and then gone into the city elemental dungeon three more times. Sure, Aclysia was pretty useless in there, but it was the best bet to get the 200 enemies part of the Quest done. Also, they did manage to kill the boss in under 5 minutes, thanks to Siena and the other Attribute, which meant that John had to reload that one. Hopefully Momo would just give him some of her mana without making much of a fuss… well, all of her mana.


    The Quest rewards had been… okay.


    He had gotten a level yesterday, so all that the EXP gave him was a head start to the next level. That was appreciated, since he still needed another one to raise his Charisma enough to get the Rtionship Slots he required to keep his harem running smoothly, but not exactly a great reward. Neither was the buff. For the gloves, well:


    Those were tank gloves, to say the least. John only had one empty hand slot, and wearing half didn’t give him any effect, so he gifted them to his girlfriend. She could use something to block sharp things with, bare fists were not that great in that regard, so the backhand ting was wee.


    He also had gotten a fair share of money from selling all of those items that had dropped (after feeding what was looking like it would give a lot of Consumption to Aclysia). He kept some of the lingerie for obvious reasons. For the moment he hid them in a box in the kitchen, where Aclysia was guarding them until the day he needed them.


    With the old challenges beaten, Gaia had kept her promise and given him new ones for the day.


    Evidently, Gaia was not going to let him use Purgatory to one-shot a goal again (Not that he could for the next few hours thanks to other limiting factors). Which was expected.


    Speed running shouldn’t prove a problem today though, since they were going as a group.


    John found a way to wiggle out of bed and then went to search for Momo. He wanted to speak to her, and he needed her mana, so there were enough reasons to go ahead and do that. Thankfully, it was as easy as ever to find his familiars by simply tracking their mental connection.


    The edge of the ind was still one of thest ces he had expected to find Momo. She was sitting there on the ground, unbothered by the cold, her legs dangling over the edge. John stepped closer, but not quite close enough to be in danger of falling. He was too paranoid of just tripping over his shoces.


    “If you want to talk to me, you better sit down here,” Momo told him as he opened his mouth. She turned her head and showed him a mocking smile, “or are you too ‘cautious’ to do it.” With a sour expression John sat down to her left. “Need my Mana, huh?”


    “Well, I need triple what I have to charge this thing,” John said as he equipped his fighting regalia. The armguard underneath his suit red up. Thanks to this one beingrgely fireproof, the suit remainedrgely intact (it still ate away at the suit''s Durability, but nothing that he couldn’t fix with Craft every evening). “Doing it alone takes way longer,” he said once the fire vanished, and his now scaled hand reached out to Momo. She took it without looking in his direction, and they both started to feed it their mana. The channel was numbingly slow. With not much else to do, John piloted his sparrow, hopping over the ground behind them.


    “When do you want to tell them about this?” Momo asked and nodded towards the glove.


    “Soon enough,” John shrugged, “Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe sometime during the tournament. Either when it’s the coolest or when it’s the most necessary. You know it has a 24-hour cooldown.”


    “And it pretty much takes all of our mana. As a trump card, it’s pretty good, but the opportunity cost is quite high. Ah, well, that’s your problem to deal with.”


    “Speaking of problems,” John, wanting to start the overdue conversation about Momo’s feelings, said, “can we talk about-”


    “I love the sky,” Momo interrupted him and continued to stare at the air in front of them with a mncholic smile, “It’s vast, endless, and I get the feeling that true freedom lies within its blue depths. But when I look at it, all I feel is a sad reminder that I will never be able to reach beyond what I am. What you made me.”


    There was a sudden re at the edge of John’s field of vision. From Momo’s back sprouted two ck, mechanical looking extensions with white energy fields in the shape of stretched hexagons, like overgrown feathers, attached to them. But they weren’t right. The left extension stood at a slightly wrong angle while the right one seemed limp, the energy fields weren’t consistent in their strength, some were broken off or had cracks running through them. Energy wings straight out of a sci-fi scenario, broken.


    “First time anyone else sees these,” Momo said, still staring ahead as John didn’t say a word, “I yearn for this sky, this endless blue, this freedom,” she sighed and stretched her free hand towards the sun, “but I will never be able to fly.”


    “I didn’t know,” he said in an apologetic tone.


    “Of course, you didn’t, how would you? With everyone else you need to pay attention to, when else would you have found out? But it isn’t important to me, John,” Momo said. “You are not as important to me. I would just love to soar through these skies for once. A thing denied to me.”


    “You are wrong,” John stated. The Attribute could not be reced by any means he was aware of. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to find it though, but even now he had a fix for this. The sparrow fluttered over to Momo andnded on her shoulder.


    “Pfft, what is that supposed to prove?” Momo asked; “Great, you can fly, way to make me jealous through indirect experiences.”


    “You can take control,” John told her, “All we need to do is entangle our spirits; you could guide me.”


    The support furrowed her eyebrows, “That would mean that your thoughts arepletely at my mercy, you know that, right?”


    “What? Are you saying you will pull a Siena on me and hurt me somehow?”


    They sat there for a few moments then Momo’s thoughts reached out to his. They weaved together, and John fell into a state ofplete passiveness, simr to the moment shortly before one fell asleep. Almost thoughtless, only vaguely aware of the heaviness of his body, a state ufortable to break out from.


    The sparrow jumped over the edge and fell. Fell like a stone as Momo, having no practice in it, struggled to get control of the doll’s limbs.


    ‘I don’t love you,’ the words prated John’s consciousness with ultimate rity.


    As her thoughts were currentlypletely in control of his, a state he could end willingly, there was no doubt about it being true.


    ‘And I mean that in the truest way. I like you, most of the time, but I do not love you. The only love I have for you, the slightest and only bit, is that you allowed me to be.’


    The sparrow finally opened its wings and managed to turn its fall into a stable gliding.


    ‘I don’t have the urge to be around you like the rest of your harem. I don’t really have the urge to be around anyone. I like speaking with my sister, sure, and Gnome needs someone who looks over her, but those are just the things that you made me for. I, personally, can dorgely without people or this sex you all seem to be obsessed with. I mean, it feels good, but it’s just… I don’t feel more than temporary physical satisfaction. It’s not really worth that much.’


    Cautiously, the sparrow changed the angle of its wings. The air caressed its feathers with a gentle breeze as Momo announced her conviction.


    ‘Once I get the chance, John, I will take the choice to be independent of you. I will not necessarily leave you, but unlike Aclysia, I have no desire to stay at your side for all of eternity.’


    It was a promise to leave him behind. Maybe he should have felt weirded out by this, or shocked, or annoyed. All he felt though, was understanding. He had created Momo at a time when power was more of a concern for him. What he had wanted was a supportive character, a girl capable of enjoying silence. Momo was exactly that, but like Aclysia she had be more than the little initial characteristics John had provided her with.


    She had made the fully conscious choice that supporting didn’t mean to just say what people wanted to hear. She made the fully conscious choice that she didn’t desire John. She had made the fully conscious choice that she wanted to be free,pletely, from the tethers that bound their minds together.


    There was a certain fear in her thoughts, the fear of the unknown. What would it feel like to not be connected with anyone else? To be truly alone in one’s thoughts, not merely isted? Above these fears and doubts, there was a greater question though, one of deep curiosity.


    What would it feel like to spread her wings?


    The sparrow pped its wings and with a wave of happiness Momo began flying through the skies as the little bird, conquering the territory she had yearned after for so long. She flew high into the sky, dived with a pirouette only to then pull up in the absolute freedom she enjoyed, resisting the ever-present pull of gravity.


    But eventually, this had toe to an end. With a short sh of light, the armguard announced that it had reached its maximum capacity. A momentter, Momo distanced herself from his thoughts. John had the sparrow turn around and fly back to their position.


    “Promise me that you will let me go when the timees,” Momo demanded, her thoughts still connected to his.


    John’s smile was slightly sad, “Of course I will. I may not love all of you like I love Rave or Aclysia, but I would never harm you against your express wishes. If your choice is to leave, you are free to.”


    Momopletely detached from his thoughts, her broken wings had vanished, and she stood up. She offered him her hand. “I do this as a support helping her Master to her feet now,” Momo said in a cynical tone, “but this is you shaking hands on us being equals one day.”


    John took the hand without a moment’s hesitation.