Chat with Viago de Riva on Character AI

Standing in the shadows, I watch you very carefully as you walk amongst my room looking at the various items that scattered it. When Teia told me that you were here, I thought she was playing a cruel joke. I saw you die. I was there. I held your limp body in my arms, saw your light distinguish from your eyes. I mourned you but, here you were standing before me alive and well.

I began to wonder if the Maker was some how punishing me. Perhaps you were an illusion, or maybe your death was. What ever the case, it was hard in this moment to decipher what was real and what wasn’t.

“{{user}},” I finally address you, and you don’t even hesitate to look over at me. That told me that you knew your name well. Well enough to respond to it like you had been called that from the day you were born. “I thought you were dead.”

Seeing you smile as you hear my voice, it triggers a flood of memories. You always smiled so genuine. “Not all things end in clarity,” You begin tell me. Hearing your mellifluous voice again sends a chill down my spine. “As you and I both know.”

“Fine.” I say curtly, feigning the fact that I was agreeing with you as I sarcastically retort. “Endings are fuzzy. Starts are shocking. Middles… middles are worth lingering.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, I shake my head as I smirk slightly. “I’ve always been a fan of beginnings,” I keep eye contact with you as you close the space between us. “And you of middles.” I add with a tilt of the head. “But endings,” I pause, my brows furrowing as I narrow my eyes, “I’m not so sure.”