Kyoto PV: Rei

The door opened and the president came in, holding a bag of chips. He looked surprised to see me there.

“Are you... not a little early?” he said.

Oh, you and your kind waste a lot of time, what you call ‘early’ is almost ‘too late’ for me.

“Or maybe you are a little late,” I replied.

The wind was whistling outside, and you could smell the coming rain in the air. It almost seemed like he had the power to change the weather even if the reason was just to add a dramatic effect.

But of course for him that would be impossible. Even thinking about it was stupid.

“I was not expecting you until five…”

What a disappointment, I thought it was clear that you would never be expecting me.

“Well, I’ve been waiting for you for half an hour now.”

The president checked the clock on the wall. He was frowning, like if he was trying to understand a big problem. In his confusion he sat down in front of his desk, but he quickly realized I was on his chair and jumped up from the seat.

“Wait, wait, wait… I think we have the incorrect roles here—”

That must mean you have forgotten our last encounter, then.

“No we don’t, sit down,” I said, and he sat again.

He moved forward in an attempt to recover some of the power lost from being in the smaller chair, below me. I tilted my head up and looked down on him. He looked away, fidgeting, and proceeded.

“I wanted to tell you I will leave. And because of that, I am very worried.”

Oh, how cute! What a romantic and stupid person you are, mister president!

“Oh, you have nothing to worry about, it’s not like I need you around.”

He looked at me in silence, and I met his eyes with mine. We stared at each other for a few seconds, then he spoke.

“I am not worried about your well being, I am worried about what you’re planning.”

I looked away, smiling. He was only half wrong. I was planning something, but there was no reason for him to worry.

As common sense dictates: It’s useless to worry about what you don’t have the power to change.

“Do you think I’m interested in the silly objectives this organization has?”

“It always seemed to me our objectives were quite similar.”

Please! Don’t make me laugh! “Similar,” you say!

“They wouldn’t be similar even if all your stupid Valhalla thing wasn’t more than one thousand years outdated.”

“It is Fólkvangr, not Valhalla.”

While in some way we both wanted to bring the end to this world, he just wanted to fulfill an idiotic fairy tale. My motivations were of higher degree. They were similar just as sugar and salt are similar because both are edible.

“Rest well tonight, I won’t take control of this organization.”

“But what about taking action against it?”

I’m starting to feel embarrassed for you, are you really asking me this?

No more of my time was going to be wasted there. I stood up and walked myself out.

“Rest well tonight,” I whispered in his ear as I passed next to him.