Dimensional Descent

The thoughts came in a whirlwind, moving faster and faster, and at some unknown time, Leonel's thoughts began to flow. It was like the thoughts of his heart had helped him to focus, trying to find a central kernel of truth that was Leonel Morales.

For a long time, he had been lost.

In the first portion of his life, he had been led by his future self, led by the nose and controlled by a man who he had yet to become... a man he wasn't even sure if he wanted to be.

Not long ago, he had broken free of those constraints, but it left him confused. His personality seemed to sway with the wind, confused and aimless, as though he had no sense of self or being at all... and the one thing that was truly him, the singular kernel that he was undoubtedly certain was Leonel Morales, also happened to be the one thing that he was just as certain would harm him.

Now, his mind was cracked and fissured, and the only thing that could seem to fix it was understanding himself...

But he didn't even know who he was even after all this time.... And he couldn't help but wonder if anyone ever truly understood themselves.

Thankfully, Mo'Lexi's memory seemed to have awakened something within him. He had felt feelings just now that he hadn't experienced in years...

It wasn't just that it was sadness, he had been capable of feeling that long ago, especially whenever he recalled his father.

What he was truly feeling now was guilt... sympathy... a moral compass that he had thought that he had long since forgotten.

A part of him, a part that was buried extraordinarily deep, hidden beneath layers of logic and indifference... wanted to reach out and help Mo'Lexi.

was a shocking feeling. He thought he had long since gotten over his savior complex. But, he had

that he thought about it, wasn't this just as much a part of him as anything else? A part of him that

no one could objectively decide that one was better

That path was obvious.

more than an animal's? What of a plant? If there was no objective value for life at all, then who was to say

much he killed? How many people he tore apart,

he had said just now was just as

on that path, seeking out a mountaintop that protected as many

to grief. He gave up on everything that had once made him Leonel Morales, committing all sorts of

there was no use in caring about anything else

need to think about those things anymore? Was it worth his time, his patience? Were those

he had ignored it would be incorrect... because he truly did not care. To say that he had forgotten them would be a bridge too far, but quite frankly, he couldn't be bothered to remember

the people of the Valiant Heart Zone in exchange for his brothers, he had made his own assessment of life and acted on it without the slightest

judgment, valued life, and weighed the hearts of people for no other reason than he could. When it suited him, he was even willing to flout and ignore his

realized that he had let himself down