"depressed can be read as deep rest. in other words, we are heavily and completely exhausted by the weight of our own identity."
-unknown

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"Yeah," I muttered, "I can't help them-"

And that was because I was a mistake. The word weighing on my mind like a stone. A stone continously being thrown at me until I bled out to death. A stone that I was forced to swallow and accept that I just wasn't good enough.

Because...

My parents were highly established sorcerers. They were among the best. Not quite as good as Gojo Satoru, but still good. So, when they had me, they were excited. Happy. Thrilled. They were everything that a parent should be.

Until they realized just how untalented I was. I couldn't use cursed energy. I would get scared at the mere mention of a curse. And I always failed at anything and everything that my parents gave to me.

They quickly got tired.

And soon.

I became tired too.

"Mistake."

"Useless."

"Disappear."

Those words were frequent in their vocabulary.

"I wish you were never born."

"Why couldn't you be better."

"What is wrong with you."

Those phrases were frequent in there lists among lists of hateful spite.

I was useless in the ways of a sorcerer. My talent. Knowledge. Strength. All of it a mere illusion. I was a human. Normal. Simplistic. Easy to kill.

I cannot help them.

"Yeah," I muttered once again, "this is what it felt like back then too."

"P-please, help us."

Those words shocking my mind. My body felt numb. My blood felt cold. My back slouching as the weight of the words.

I can't.

You don't understand.

I can't.

And when the curse finally turned towards me, I couldn't bring myself to move. My whole body seeming to be rooted in place as I shut my eyes tight. Guess I'm going to die now. Not that my parents would mind.

Though, when I felt someone grab the back of my shirt, and a rough yank backwards. I found myself behind someone. My eyes widening as I watched him protect someone like me. Someone like me who doesn't deserve it.

But when I saw him summon two divine dogs, I could only laugh a little. A smile dancing across my face.

"So, this is what talent looks like? A boy my age being able to do something I could never muster up."

Though, for some reason. It didn't hurt to see how useless I was.

It just made me happy.

Happy to know that those second years could actually be saved.