We’ve been here a year. A dragon would take longer than that picking how to carve a gem. Gods, they’ll sleep longer than that; it lets them live longer, and why be awake if the two-legs are being boring? Their lairs are already deathtraps for anyone who’d try to catch them napping–
Realization knifed through Kirito; cold as hate, and burning like acid.
Kayaba is here.
Sword Art Online was his creation. The players, and all the magic infusing them, was his dream come to life. Why in the worlds would he be lazing in a cave in Khorvaire when he could live that dream here?
Beniryuu is here!
Kirito’s hands twisted the pillow. If he could breathe, he knew air would have burned in his chest.
How do I find him?
…What do I do when I find him?
Sachi hadn’t asked for anything as simple as vengeance. She wanted them to escape.
Curses can outlive their casters. Killing him won’t set us free. I need to find another way.
I need to talk to Argo.
And that was going to be so much fun. She’d sold him the location of the event; information was her trade, and Argo the Rat would never sell less than the best. But she’d made it clear she thought it was a stupid thing to risk your life for. The “I told you so”s were going to be painful.
I’d listen to them every day for a year, if that could just get us out of….
Kirito’s eyes snapped open. That was it. That was the vengeance Sachi needed. That they all needed.
A criminal doesn’t get to profit from his crime. Whether or not he dies doesn’t matter. He has to lose.
Which left him back at, how did they break Kayaba’s curse from the inside?
I need to talk to wizards. Starting with Argo. Kirito turned the pillow to a dry side, and cocooned himself in warm blankets. Tomorrow.
Sleep pounced, ravaged with nightmares.