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better? Nothing will ever be fair.”
    I can feel rage inside of me, my mind bursting with reaction and words. “Make what better? You are of the last things that can feel and create . Your entire world was made by people, not Adaptions. I’m useless and I’ve killed more people than you can count, but am I standing on top of a building? No, because people weren’t built with self-destruct buttons for a reason. You’re not supposed to leave until your job is done. The Adaptions stay forever because we have no job . All we can do is survive,” I say, realizing thoughts locked away in the back of my mind.
    “I don’t know what my job is,” she says, crying.
    My mind says let her die . Saying anything to her right now is physically painful. I am supposed to let the humans die out. This goes against what nature has designed. Nature must have made me wrong.
    “Then maybe you don’t have one. Maybe you were built to die. Maybe you all were. That’s what happens, isn’t it? No matter what, death is your end. Maybe you’re just cheating to reach the goal.”
    “Death scares me,” she says, her red hair blowing in the wind, skin glowing in the twilight. “Maybe it is the goal. People used to say it was reproduction, you know, furthering the species, but we can’t do that anymore. Maybe this is it.”
    I can feel the rage growing. I cannot stand the pity . “You disgust me. Do you expect me to talk you down? If you want to jump, jump. I do not care. I have wanted to be vivid. I have wanted to be alive . I do. But I never got that, and I never will. I never had the option. I am a creature in a cage with only one option, to wither away, to kill myself away, until I am the very thing I know most I would hate.
    “And you? You stand on a rooftop, crying because you’re alive, because you had to kill things that would kill you if you didn’t. If you didn’t want to survive so badly, you shouldn’t have tried to. You should’ve let others instead.”
    “ I’m sorry. I’m trying to fight myself. I’m trying to figure out if I can make sense of living, and I haven’t,” she says. Her words shake.
    Something in me clicks . I don’t think I want to be human. Any species that does this to themselves, ruins their own lives and entire planets… What good can come from feeling? What good can come from the traits of humanity? There is a reason they died out. There is a reason we are here now.
    “I don’t care,” I say and turn, walking off into the night. I let the kill in me out of the cage, and I am so hungry for it. I am so hungry to stop feeling and thinking. I am ready to let go. I am ready.
    Azure appears beside me as I walk. I want him to leave the second he appears. I want him gone.
    “I know you don’t want to see me, but you will, Inanis,” he says, his voice strong.
    I walk past him, but he grabs my shoulder, and some part of me feels it. I turn to him. “What the hell do you want now—to tell me your last words?”
    I can see his valor wane. When he speaks, it’s quiet, but it remains strong, “I think I’m real, you know, just a bit. You had room in your head for us. You lost some of yourself— just enough . I think you take a bit of us every time, and I think it’s the best thing you’ve ever done. Part of us lives on in you. I know that makes you feel sick. You dictate us, tell us what you need to hear, and we say it, but I don’t think we’re just imagined. You’re not capable of that much creativity anymore.
    “Some of us survive . Some of us are here for a lot more than that girl. We don’t pity ourselves; we stay because we believe in something better. I am here because neither one of us is dead. I know who I am. I remember . Take our humanity; become what we failed to be. Give us purpose. Become human .”
    I laugh something mad and vicious. “How insane am I to invent you? You aren’t real. Your name isn’t Azure, and you cannot make me human, because I am not , and I never