Those words hit my chest harder than a shout.
"You were also fooled, Kairi."
I was silent. Then, calmly—testing a name.
"Does 'Selene' ring a bell to you?"
My language trembled, but it was too late to take it back.
Helena replied without hesitation.
"Selene? Isn't she your younger sister?"
…And that's where the world crumbled.
She knew.
So this wasn't the same scenario.
Helena… didn't die.
Mytheia… didn't explode.
The school… continued to function.
This was the best world.
But…
The best world shouldn't exist.
Because if this is the best world, and I'm still here…
I knew from the start that this would happen.
Every plot point, every interaction, even the doubtful expression in her eyes—I had already written them in my transcription. Helena was too intelligent to be left alive.
Too aware to be numbed by the lies I had woven.
And now, she spoke that name.
"Selene? Isn't she… your younger sister?"
That sentence sealed her fate.
