Probably Not Coming Back

I didn't say anything for a bit, my "daughter" was standing by the window looking out across the town. She was seeing without seeing I could see, probably rating the world deciding on what to do. I know I've looked out that same window and thought similar thoughts, though usually my mind goes to "Should I get one type of food or another?" I was pleased to not be shot, though slightly worried on what exactly pure magic does to heal you, like was at risk now for some new corruption? I have no idea. Then again hundreds of years of being magical I still understand very little about magic (I've tried to study but you know not exactly a really easy subject to study).

"This world is broken." It was a declarative statement, pretty definitive too.

"But think of all the nice things here." There aren't many/any nice things, but you know you have to stand up for the world if only because I live there. She looked at me like I told her farts smell nice.

"I had long suspected this place was corrupted. The presence of magic in your beings ruins that magic. But I had no idea the cruelty you people routinely inflict on each other, and how your cruelty has shaped this world into the awful it has become, perhaps I ignored it, perhaps I looked past it, but no longer, I can not exist in this place while it remains this way."

"Where would you go?"

"Away." And then she was gone. I didn't know where a being of pure magic goes, or what she would find where she went, but a small part of me hoped she was happier. I guess that part was probably a remnant of that magic she used to heal me, for a time I felt a longing to the stars I've never had before, in a way it was nice. All the same I at least didn't have to answer any awkward police questions about two people horribly murdered by a woman who looked like my daughter, which was also nice.

I would have probably coasted on that feeling of missing the stars if Hanlon hadn't barged into my place wondering what in the gods name I'd done. You know that's such an open question most of the time...