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?"

their name…" The Oracle smiled softly. "It appears you

her smile and responded.

"Huhu… indeed."

that point, the rain ceased and it became a rather sunny atmosphere. The sudden warmth cleared the remnant cold, though the drenched figure of The

which meant she had more to

resent me and the Elves. Continue to look after them, even after the conclusion

soon as he heard that. "And what's

She shrugged almost instantly.

of a last favor… a dying

"You're going to die?"

certain if I will remain 'me' once this

she was saying,

same—which was why agency was left to the pieces on the board. In a sense, she was

has done nothing

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

Rey confessed, following the same spirit that prompted The Oracle to speak up in the first

"Oh, really?"

me. I got an amazing Skill, was able to experience a lot of amazing things… and even though I've been in a lot of messed up situations… I'm still alive

just happened to be the one to win the lottery,

having such power fall on him was still

what

this way, but I somehow feel

his goal evolved from just getting stronger to a

war to end. I want to protect humanity, to defeat the Dragons…

way of saying he wanted a "Happily Ever After" for himself, but this was