"You know…" In the middle of the night, William started speaking. "…it's annoying when someone keeps staring at you while you're trying to sleep."
From a third-person view, it might have seemed like he was mumbling in his sleep. Yet his voice held no grogginess, and there truly was someone those words were meant for.
A figure only he could see.
Levitating a few feet above the ground, painted in red, was the same creature that had been following William like a dead soul ever since the moment he awakened Aether.
"I'm thinking of giving you a name," William continued. "How about Lost Lamb?"
The figure did not remain silent this time, unlike most occasions. "I would go with any name you feel comfortable with."
William opened his eyes and finally turned to look at the being. "So, Lamb, why are you here again?"
"I believe you have already realized that I am not a separate entity, but a part of you."
William sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm just wondering why you appear now."
