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"No, you wouldn't be," came a voice. Soft and firm, stern and kind, the voice itself was full of paradoxes. "You could make a difference," it added, a cloudy form taking shape in front of her. The shape solified (slightly) into the form of a young boy. A teenager, he couldn't have been much older than sixteen. His wings were that of a lunar moth, and though he was dressed quite like that of an everyday teenager, a sword hung at his side.

He had the face of someone who was always smiling, though a frown tugged at his naturally upward lips. His eyes had a hollow look about them, as if they were usually sparkling, but were now serious. "Do you really believe the world would be a better place without you?" he asked. "You realize that ridding yourself of the world would be--" he hesitated, realizing he sounded much like the people Alome wanted to get away from.

"Do not let those people win," he rephrased what he had been able to say. "They are selfish and only care for themselves, yes. You can show them another way. Open their hearts, teach them to care for others again." He would not place the blame of his death upon her; he had commited suicide once he thought his purpose in live was gone; once he had believed Alome herself had died. He would not tell her. He would correct her mistakes. Lovingly, he would protect her even in death.

Enre sighed. "As you wish, princess," he said. His words were almost identical to what he had said when they had met the first time. He moved aside, and for a moment, he was completely transparent. "I have very little time," he said.

"Very little time. You seem to think I have come to attack you," he rose a transparent eyebrow at her. "Do you not recognize me? Princess, you may be correct in saying that I do not know how you are feeling. I know something, however, of what I felt when I commited the same crime you wish to."

The ghost moth knight sighed, and a cold breeze, ever so slight, followed. "I will not fight you," he added, showing her his sword. It too, was transparent. He put it on the ground, and it disappeared. "I am Enre," he said. "Your knight." A knight who had been in love with the princess.

A knight who had lost his purpose the moment he had believed she commited suicide.

Enre's frown deepened as his hollow eyes studied Alome. "No," he said firmly, almost angrily. "Princess, it was my choice." He paused, and kneeled down to her level. "Princess, listen to me, please. It was my choice. It is not your fault; I felt I no longer held a purpose in the world. The world even there, is full of what one might call corruption. Power hungry people, people who don't notice each other anymore. People who don't care."

He paused again, and stared at her. "I was mistaken," he said, ruefully. "I had a purpose, and one I plan to fullfil even in death. I will protect you, and together, we can make this world in which you reside, a more appealing place. Will you help me in this task?" He inquired, picking his sword up out of the grass.

"Stop these suicidal tendencies, princess. Do you not hear the world crying out to you for help? Do you not see it? The evil happening that we can prevent together. The world needs us. Not even death can cure the ailments life has given us."

Enre gave a soft smile, an expression that seemed to fit his face far better than the frown he had held there before. "I have seen this," he said. "Your healing capabilities did not work, because they only work on what is natural. Man-made--" he hesitated, searching for the right word so as not to offend his princess, "people, are not the same. It wasn't your fault, love."

He seemed to become slightly more solid, more than a ghost, but less than a shadow. He put his hand to her cheek, and smiled gently. One could see the emotion in his eyes now; he was no longer shielding it. This ghost was in love with the princess. "To understand yourself, you need to be able to understand others," he said. "If you first do that, then you will discover that they are not so different. Discover yourself within others. Make friends. Spend time with them. I will always be with you." He moved closer and touched his cold lips to hers.

Pulling away, he seemed to be watching for her reaction. "I would have preferred being about to do that while I was alive," he admitted, lunar-wings fluttering just slightly in his apparent nervousness. One could almost read his thoughts. What if she rejected him? What if she sent him away?

Enre hesitated. He seemed reluctant to correct his princess. "Your powers didn't work on him," he said with a sigh, "because he was man made. He is what those of this world might consider a robot. Some go so far as to believe his pain and emotions do not matter; simply because he is not real. I know better, you do too. He has a soul, yes. Our abilities cannot heal him because of his making."

He paused as she reached out, and stared when she took his arm. His eyes became icy once more, as if he was closing himself up, as if he was putting up a wall between them. "I was not permitted to do so," he stated cooly. She had left him! Not the other way around. Why hadn't she come back for him? Why hadn't she? She had expected him to come to her? If he had been allowed to, he would have, though he wouldn't have made his presence known to her.

He loved her, and still, he was bitter. She had left their world. She had left him.