"Get out of my head."
"I have stopped reading your thoughts... now." Nubira blinked, the gold spun in his eyes—weird, what is he?
"I am what you could refer to as a proxy," he answered.
"You won't stop, would you?" I asked, a bit defeated.
"I have no reason to. You somehow are already shielding a lot from me..." Nubira walked past me. I turned around.
"What are you?" I asked again, still not getting what this whole situation was.
"I just told you, I am a proxy... a stand-in for my lord and savior." Nubira's back faced me as he stared into the starry night, gazing at the stars that hung so low, as if waiting for someone to reach for them... so they can fall.
"The real question here is, who are you, Ren?" he asked as he turned around. Against the backdrop, the gold that he was wearing was accentuated, making him look like a deity.
"That's high praise coming from you," I muttered. Nubira was still reading my thoughts.
