An Extra’s POV

There is no such thing as a real 'Choice.'

For everything one does has been somewhat predetermined by biological inclinations and societal orientation. People are predisposed to acting in certain ways due to their upbringing, as well as innate traits inherited through the gene.

These factors make the 'Free Will' they possess as mere illusions.

One does not 'choose' to eat. They are either hungry, satisfying a craving, or following a directive stemming from certain external conditions that is further amplified by an internal response.

…. This is the position of certain philosophies.

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"I am not the one who started all of this." The Oracle began as she looked at Rey with an emotionless face.

Yet, her eyes… something about it felt tragic.

"I am neither the owner of the game, nor the one who designed the board. I am nothing more than a player forced to sit on one end of the board and play with the pieces that I am bestowed upon."

"Bestowed upon by who?"

"I do not know, but… you have met one of them, have you not? The messenger of the ones above." As The Oracle said this, Rey remembered the accident that brought himself and all his classmates before the pearly gates.

Back then, they were greeted by a rather magnificent entity.

"Seraph?"

Oracle smiled

her smile and

"Huhu… indeed."

warmth cleared

walking, which meant she had

for a lot, but do not resent me and the

as he heard that. "And what's

She shrugged almost instantly.

it something of a last favor… a dying

"You're going to die?"

and become the new Oracle. However, I am not certain if I will remain 'me' once this is over. I doubt I was

understood what she was saying, and

making tough choices for the sake of the world. Rather than selfishly choosing to preserve her own life, she wants to benefit the larger whole.' The prime reason she couldn't make more egregious moves was because the enemy would do the same—which was why agency was left to the pieces on the board. In a sense, she was a victim of this entire scenario, and

has

he had were merely emotional; subject to his arbitrary definition of right and

Rey confessed, following the same

"Oh, really?"

the case, it almost feels like this entire world was made just for me. I got an amazing Skill, was able to experience a lot of amazing things… and

was mostly luck. Maybe he just happened to be

so having such

what

think this way, but I somehow feel responsible for this world—or rather,

just getting stronger to a much larger ambition, but he

want this war to end. I want to protect humanity, to defeat

"Happily Ever After" for himself, but