Extra To Protagonist-Chapter 73: Dreams

He stared at it until the tension in his chest stopped building.

No noise.

No urgent messages. No system chiming. No hidden gods bickering in his ear.

And no magic.

That last one settled differently. Like a missing limb. Not pain. Just… wrongness.

He reached inward again, because he couldn't help it.

Still nothing.

Still silence.

His fingers curled around the edge of the blanket.

'I don't know what's worse. Losing it, or being able to feel what's missing.'

He closed his eyes.

The weight of his body felt distant. Detached. Like the room wasn't real. Like his skin wasn't his.

Images flickered behind his eyelids.

The dark corridors of the lab.

Subject 0's eyes.

Blood on tile.

Nathan's voice, yelling.

Elara's hand around his ribs.

Vivienne's steadiness, anchoring him when he couldn't walk alone.

He didn't want to dream.

But he didn't want to be awake either.

So he let the exhaustion pull him under, not gently.

His last conscious thought before sleep took him was bitter.

'If this is what surviving feels like, maybe I preferred dying.'

Then, at last, he slept.

—

The dream was wrong.

Not because it was vivid. Not because it made sense. Just because it didn't.

There was no sound. No weight. No edge to anything. Just a slow, endless pull.

White light stretched out in every direction. Not warm. Not cold. Just blank.

Merlin stood at the center of it.

Clothes clung to him like wet cloth. His skin felt too thin. Like if he touched anything too hard, it would split open.

There was no wind. No scent. No shadow beneath his feet.

Just him. And the knowing.

[System notification: Core Signature – Missing.]

[System notification: Affinity Channels – Inactive.]

[System notification: Spiritual Root – Compromised.]

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[Estimated restoration: Unknown.]

He didn't react. Not outwardly.

But inside—something cracked. Quietly.

[User state: Stabilized.]

[Magic flow: Sealed.]

[Soul resonance: Fractured.]

Fractured.

Not severed. Not shattered.

But damaged. Like a mirror dropped once and glued back together. Fine from a distance. But if you looked too close, you'd see every split.

He raised a hand to his chest. Fingers hovering just over where his mana should've burned brightest.

Nothing.

Not even a flicker of heat.

He didn't speak. There was no one to hear it if he did.

No wind. No breath. No voice. Just that endless white.

The system said nothing more.

He didn't ask.

Because he already knew.

This wasn't recovery.

This was limbo.

And when he opened his eyes the entire world was gray.

Not hell.

Not blood.

Just the faint hush of rain against the window.

He lay in a different bed. Fresh linens. A heavy quilt tucked around his legs. The scent of lavender faint in the air, probably from whatever Vivienne insisted be placed nearby.

The room was dark, save for the thin line of silver slicing past the closed curtains. It danced slightly as the wind shifted.

He moved.

Slowly.

The motion pulled at something behind his ribs, but not enough to stop him. He sat up. Each joint creaked. His legs were cold. The floor colder.

His feet touched the wood, and for a moment, just a moment, he didn't feel like he belonged in his own body.

Like something had replaced him, and left behind this imitation.

He exhaled through his nose.

No mana.

Still nothing.

The system didn't whisper. Didn't glow. Didn't pulse at the edges of his vision.

It was just quiet.

Like it, too, was waiting to see what he would do.

Merlin pushed himself to his feet.

He stood.

Wobbled.

Didn't fall.

He made his way to the window, each step silent against the floorboards.

Pulled the curtain aside.

The courtyard below shimmered in rain.

No people.

No sound.

Just the stone path, slick and empty, and the tall black trees swaying gently in the wind.

He stared out at it all.

Not thinking.

Not hoping.

Just… existing.

Because right now, that was the only thing he still knew how to do.

—

The rain continued.

Soft. Constant. A steady rhythm that dulled the edges of his thoughts.

Merlin didn't move from the window.

His fingers rested lightly against the glass, but he didn't feel the cold. Not really. Just a vague impression of it. Like his body registered sensation a few seconds too late.

He blinked slowly.

Each breath came with effort, not because it hurt, but because it felt unnecessary.

There was no mana stirring beneath his skin. No pressure behind his heartbeat. Just quiet.

Dead quiet.

A knock came at the door.

Not urgent.

Not polite.

Just there.

He turned, slowly, joints stiff.

"Come in," he said.

His voice sounded thin in the room. Like it didn't quite belong to him.

The door opened, creaking faintly.

Nathan stepped in.

He didn't speak at first. Just stared.

His hair was damp. His coat half-buttoned. One of his sleeves had been rolled to the elbow like he forgot halfway through putting himself together.

"You look like shit," Nathan said.

Merlin gave a slow nod. "Accurate."

Nathan shut the door behind him and crossed the room. He stopped beside the desk and leaned back against it, arms folded.

"You slept through half the day. I told Vivienne that you still won't be attending lectures yet."

"I needed it.."

"You need a blood transfusion and a mana injection," Nathan muttered. "And possibly a new soul."

Merlin didn't smile.

Nathan didn't expect him to.

They sat in silence for a while. The only sound came from the rain outside and the occasional distant crack of a spell shield shifting in the Academy's outer layers.

Then Nathan spoke again.

"You're really not alright, are you."

It wasn't a question.

Merlin didn't respond.

Nathan looked down at the floor, then back up.

"I saw you, back in the courtyard. The way you moved. The way you looked at them."

"I didn't look at them."

"Exactly," Nathan said.

Another silence.

"You didn't tell me," Nathan said quietly. "You were planning to die back there."

Merlin closed his eyes for a moment.

"I wasn't planning anything."

"Don't lie."

"I thought it was the only way," Merlin said. "At the time."

"And now?"

Merlin opened his eyes again. "I'm still here."

Nathan stared at him for a long moment.

"You are."

He pushed off the desk and walked to the side of the bed, grabbing the chair and dragging it closer. He sat down without ceremony, back slouched, hands folded in front of him.

"You don't have to talk," he said. "I'll just sit here. You can pretend you're alone. You're good at that."

Merlin didn't respond.

The rain outside thickened slightly.

Nathan didn't move.

And for a long time, neither of them said anything. Not because they didn't have things to say. But because sometimes silence said enough.

Merlin stared out the window.

Nathan stayed exactly where he was.

It wasn't peace. Not yet.

But it was a beginning.

The light shifted.

Somewhere behind the clouds, the sun must have moved, but it didn't matter. The room stayed dim. Washed in gray. Rain patterned against the window, soft and steady. Almost like a lullaby.

Merlin leaned back against the headboard, eyes half-lidded.

Nathan hadn't moved.

He was still slouched in the chair by the bed, one foot tapping lightly against the leg, arms crossed now, jacket draped over the side.

"Did Vivienne yell at you?" Merlin asked, voice dry.

Nathan snorted. "She always yells at me. Today wasn't special."

"…What about Morgana?"

Nathan hesitated.

Then, "We don't usually see her anyways. It wasn't different today."

That told Merlin more than any lecture would have.

He shifted slightly under the covers. Not from discomfort. Just to feel something. Anything. His body was slow. Weighed down. But not from injury.

From absence.

"No news yet?" he asked.

Nathan didn't look at him. "About what."

"You know what."

"…No."

The silence stretched again.

Merlin closed his eyes. Not asleep. Not yet. Just resting. A different kind of resting.

He could still hear it.

The echo of the rift.

The sound of the corrupted mana crawling against his skin. The heavy pulse of something watching from the other side. The way space had bent broken when he stepped through.

The way the system had screamed.

Then gone silent.

He didn't tell Nathan about the silence. Or the messages. Or the static that sometimes lingered at the edge of his hearing, like someone had forgotten to shut off an old radio in another room.

Some things weren't meant to be shared.

Not yet.

"Liliana and Adrian want to visit later," Nathan said, breaking the stillness.

"Seraphina, too. She didn't say it out loud, but you know her. She's probably already scheduled the meeting and checked if you're allowed solid food."

"I am, I already ate solid food."

"Cool. I'll still tell her to bring soup though."

Merlin cracked one eye open. Nathan's expression was completely unreadable.

"Why are you still here," Merlin asked.

"You're the one who looks like a corpse," Nathan said.

"I'm the emotional support human, remember?"

Merlin didn't respond.

But he didn't tell him to leave either.

Nathan leaned his head back against the wall. Closed his eyes.

Neither of them said anything after that.

Not for a long time.

Because some moments didn't need words. Some silences didn't need to be broken.