Yessss. This sounds interesting.
“Why did you free me?” Amon asks quietly.
Scarecrow’s response is garbled garbage. With a frustrated groan, he holds up a pen and paper.
Because I have a friend like you. I would have given anything to help him.
Amon pauses. Mayo’s voice echoes in his head. Trust your intuition. “Is this friend the Eyepatch?”
Scarecrow nods. You have to find him. It’s the only way.
“How – how do I go on, like this?” Amon holds up his arms. “I’m a ghoul.”
You live. It may not be stylish, Amon, but live.
Scarecrow hesitates before scribbling again. You deserve life.
“I’ve killed ghouls.” Amon stares at his hands, hands that might as well be stained with blood. “We don’t deserve life if the price is another life.”
Who says it has to be? You are what you are. Your physical body changed; that’s it. You are still you. You are still whole.
Amon swallows. Mado would kill him, or suggest he take his own life.
But he remembers Akira. She should kill him, too.
He wants to stay alive if there’s even a chance of speaking with her again. To apologize for refusing the kiss.
Scarecrow hands him the notepad. Live. You want to believe your life still has meaning? Then believe.
And Amon realizes, with a start, that he does.
Mercy and Magic 