[Roxy POV]
"..."
I stepped out of the room, too confused and grief-stricken to process my thoughts.
"Have you talked with him?"
My mother, Ophelia Rubiat, called out to me as soon as I stepped out of the room. I turned towards her and stared at her for a few seconds before nodding.
"And... ?"
Mother waited for me to continue, to which I just shook my head.
"So... You didn't take his life then?"
"... How can I?"
My voice choked as I looked down. Mother didn't comment on it any further as she hugged me with a sigh.
I stood there, motionless, feeling a bit relieved.
...
[Arnold's POV]
I sat down on the ground, baffled, confused and trying to process the things I had heard.
[Glitch]? A soul created by the [Universe] to destroy the [Source]?
The [Will Of The Universe]? The entity that controlled my life?
My own presence? That existed throughout countless universes? A multiversal being?