A Random in Re:Zero

Loop 2 - Part 4

"That synchronized twins thing is starting to bother me." I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Wow, I feel sorry for you. Rem, give your condolences to Leandoor."

"Yes, sister." Rem bowed at me. "I'm so sorry you're all alone in the world and no one loves you."

"That doesn't sound like condolence! If anything, you're insulting me!"

My complaints were ignored by the sisters, as I expected. Rem took me to the dressing room to take my measurements and make an outfit that fit my body.

It was quite an experience being alone with Re:Zero's most popular female character, even though she wasn't my personal favorite.

The situation was not at all exciting, because I knew that Rem distrusted me and was capable of destroying me part by part if I gave her the slightest reason.

So I felt nothing but nervousness and trepidation as she ran her hands over my body, touching certain parts as she took measurements.

"Please stop breathing like that. It's disgusting."

"Hey, I'm doing my best not to react."

"It just reassures me to know that I won't see anything activating in your crotch."

"For the last time! I'm not impotent!"

After that, Ram gave me a tour of the mansion to familiarize myself with my new workspace. The first day went by slowly, and due to all the physical activity I was forced to perform, my body ended up in tatters (not literally, and I'm clarifying that because in this world, that's something that could happen if I'm not careful).

It was almost midnight when Rem brought me the modified outfit. I quickly put away my smartphone, which miraculously still had battery life. I'd been looking through the photos and messages I had from my family and friends, wondering if I'd really never see them again.

"Your eyes are wet." Rem noted expressionlessly as she placed the clothes on the nightstand.

"They're irritated by the dust I cleaned." I lied, clumsily wiping my eyes.

"Do you really want to destroy the Witch Cult?"

I actually wanted to destroy the Witch's Cunt. Satella is like Emilia, but gothic, and that turns me on.

Pushing my dark thoughts aside, I looked at Rem and smiled at how direct she was.

"Of course. They've caused a lot of damage."

"Do you hate them?" She watched me closely, trying to see beyond my facade.

"No. I feel nothing but contempt for them."

"You said they took everything you cared about. How can you not hate them?"

The light blue-haired maid clenched her fists, frustrated by my lack of resentment. She definitely hadn't made peace with her past.

"Hate gets you nowhere, except to your own ruin. Hating someone doesn't harm the person hated, but the one who feels the hate. It's not good to poison yourself with such an emotion."

"I don't... People don't choose how they feel." Her voice was marked by denial.

"Of course they do, they're just not aware of the process." I explained carefully. "For example, overthinking something or someone, becoming obsessed with an idea or belief... You can even convince yourself of something completely wrong. That applies to everyone."

"So you're saying I shouldn't feel bad about my people dying? Or about being so useless that because of me, my sister..."

Rem stopped in time, avoiding further talk. I already knew what she was going to say anyway.