Just Trust in Me, My Gaurdian

“Guardian-”

“Ghost.”

“Guardian,” Ghost tried again pausing to see if Enix would interrupt, he didn’t; there was nothing that had to be said, “we must go. There is nothing for us here.”

Enix remained silent, choosing to staring out over the fallen city instead of responding. Watching as smoke curled in the air and faded the higher it went into the night sky. He wondered if he counted all the stars above would receive a wish in return.

“Guardian!” his Ghost hissed, now floating in front of his face. He responded with a hum, focusing on the rumbling beneath his feet as a cabal war machine drove by. The popping of gravel beneath its treads sounding like gunfire and making him tense and reach for the gun on his hip that wasn't there. Lost in the debris that surrounded him.

“We must go, now!” Ghost demanded, Enix is pretty sure if it had arms it would be shoving him down a path that lead to outside the city walls. Somewhere where the Cabal weren’t lurking around, guns at the ready.

There was a poke to his back and he made a confused noise. Another poke and he twisted himself to look behind him. The glowing face of his Ghost stared back at him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, voice cracking and popping like an old radio, it was the first full sentence he said since this mess all started.

“Getting you out of here.” was his Ghost’s reply, rearing back for another attempt at trying to get him to move.

“Why?”

His Ghost ran straight into his back once more, staying there hidden between the folds of his tattered cloak as it answered, “Because if we don’t,” the bots voice sounded small, scared, “We’ll die.”

We’ll die.

And the world came rushing back.

Enix clutched at his chest, choking on air he didn’t need as he dropped to his knees with a loud smack.

He couldn’t breathe.
Why did he need to breath he wasn’t human. He didn’t have lungs.

He couldn’t breathe.

“Enix!” Ghost cried out, floating down and pressing its shell against his forehead. The bright blue light from its optic now soft and faded, comforting. Safe. He removed his hand from his chest. Reaching shakily to grab at his Ghost and clutch it close.

He curled himself around the bot, “We need to get out of here.” Enix whispered. Finally getting with the plan.

“We will. I promise you. Because I am your Ghost.”

Enix looked down at his Ghost sitting in his palm, hand still shaking, “And I am your Guardian.”