Where we first met was in a dirty underground sewer of a cold country.

You were a boy with white hair as snow and a pair of naive eyes. Your body was covered in bandages. You wore a crumpled shirt and wore brown shoes that I usually see on the road.

Your name was Eno.

And you sing like an angel.

You always sing, after reading a book or while I was eating the bread you brought.

Whenever you came my eyes would spark with joy, and you would always compliment them, saying they're warm, although I couldn't see the beauty of it.

When you sing, everything turned white, everything disappeared except us.

And then the bird was killed.

I couldn't forget that face.

Tears rolled down your face, mouth distorted, bright red nose.

- I just want to sing.

What should I do?

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You didn't listen to me as much as before.

You didn't depend on me anymore.

You're still friendly towards me, but that white boy no longer exists.

You left me.

I looked at our "benefactor" and realised a ridiculous thing:

She has gone mad.

She's no longer the person at the mine three years ago.

She took you away.

And I suddenly realised, again, an even more ridiculous thing and is thought to be impossible:

We were slowly parting.

You continue to move foward, but you've lost in the mist.

I stayed, the stubborn one and always under your shadow.

And once again, I woke up.

You're not Eno anymore

...You're Mephisto.

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- Can't we help them together?

Greythroat asked me that.

- That wish of yours, I want to do it too. But originally, it'll never came true.

  Because he doesn't accept it.

Or is it because I still want to save you?

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- You're alone on this battlefield Mephisto!

- You can read my mind?

- No, I just felt it.

- Then you have no idea what I'm thinking.

No one knows anything.

Even Talulah, or Frostnova.

Or you.

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If I continue to let him free, you'll die.

So...

- Farewell, Eno.

I'll save you.

Thank you.

- SASHA!!!!

Welcome back.

I'm sorry.

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For anyone who didn't get it, I tend to see Mephisto as the broken side of Eno (this would be clearer in Vietnamese since it has lots of pronoun) and Sasha/Faust wants to bring back the true Eno, caring, sweet one so he sacrificed himself to wake Eno, seeing all the things he had done.

This is only my second time writting in English so I apologised for any mistake.

I've made changes to make the story fit and as close as possible to the original one.