119 ACD

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  “Troublemakers, no?” Taj asked with a muffled voice.

  “Whoa, Taj, as always! Ha-ha,” Rowan exclaimed, laughing. “Taj, everything is ready; don’t be sad; we are not sad, not at all, Taj? Taj, you stay with my family and search for a solution; for sure you will find it soon, I am sure, Taj? Wei, tell him something; look…” Rowan was blabbing.

  “Mhm,” it was what Wei said.

  Hearing it, both Taj and Rowan laughed.

  They had decided. Everything was prepared, as Rowan had said. Their energy was emptied, documents and inheritance organized, and family informed. Everything was ready.

  … For them to peacefully die.

  Two years ago, Rowan started to mention it.

  She was tired. Her two energies couldn’t merge. Somehow, she couldn’t achieve it.

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  Rowan was also getting older, despite having Lan’s energy within her. She had been without any for many years before. She aged faster than she should have.

  It hurt Wei. Wei didn’t age at all. Yet, he couldn’t help her with her energy problems or health problems. It was visible; he felt miserable about it.

  A year ago, Rowan decided. Wei agreed. And here they were.

  Today was the date—the day they had decided to die.

  O, not that Taj couldn’t understand. He would gladly, himself, also stop existing. They haven’t found a way, though. His Crystal, they discovered vast energy was needed to damage it. There was simply not enough energy they could use to destroy him.

  “… Taj, Taj?” Rowan asked, smiling. “I told Wan, of course I did, that you can’t be fully loaded. I told her exactly what amount of energy you wanted to have. An is also aware.

  If they misbehave, you know what to do, ha-ha!”

  Taj nodded. This.

  The amount of energy he wanted to have to project.

  This allowed him to work, talk, and help them with whatever they needed. He also stored all the data; it was somehow easy for him. Rowan laughed that his brain should be the size of the planet, thinking about the data they had uploaded.

  They tested how much energy he needed to project and assisted when necessary. At the same time, what amount of energy allowed him not to feel.

  Since Taj didn’t want to feel a single thing.

  “The best would be to die then, with you, Song,” he said to himself.

  “Taj? Taj, I can see; I know what you are thinking, you!” It was Rowan. “Come here; let’s hug. You will find a way, Taj. I am telling you, you will; you will find a way.”