Indra sat against the wall of the ship, watching nothing. The engineer told him it would take eight days to get to the southern galaxy. He pressed his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, falling asleep.
He opened his eyes and saw white everywhere; his feet sank in snow, and there was a blizzard going on. He looked down at his hands and saw his human hands.
'What the hell.'
He quickly looked all over his body frantically, but didn't see his rinnegans or feel his horns. He shivered, and through the snow he saw a figure. The figure looked like Momoshiki. They both stood still, staring at each other.
'It's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's just a dream.'
"You keep saying that," the figure said.
"I didn't say anything."
"You thought of it, but it doesn't mattter it won't be enough to change what this is."
"What is this then?"
"A conversation we've been avoiding."
"Okay. What do you call yourself?"
"We don't have a name. We are Otsutsuki, that is all you need to know."
"Right. So I'm guessing you're the part of me that keeps whispering to me."
"I am not simply a part of you, I am you, and you are me. What happened in that throne room was us acting without the filter."
"No! Indra screamed angrily. "That wasn't me, that's not how I would've handled it."
"Stop lying to yourself."
Indra got closer to the lookalike and threw a punch at his chest, but it didn't even budge him. He felt pain and stepped back as his hand throbbed. The Otsutsuki looked down at where he'd hit and looked amused.
"The false one argues with its hands," it said.
"Don't call me that."
"It's what you are. A false version of what this body is."
Indra cradled his hand against his chest; his knuckles were already swelling.
'I hate this place.'
"You think identity is something you decide," it said. "Tell me, false one - when did this body last feel foreign to you?"
'When did this body last feel foreign?' Indra questioned.
The answer was when he ate that pill; that was the last time Momoshiki's body had felt like something he was borrowing.
"It was when I first ate that pill," Indra answered.
"Indeed, it was the pill, the life energy of your prey, and you enjoyed every second of eating them."
'It's unfounternenly not wrong about that.' Indra thought.
That was the problem. The pills had tasted like nothing he had words for, he'd told himself it was to get stronger and to survive in this cruel word but yet he'd looked forward to them.
"I'm not pretending I don't feel hunger to consume," he said.
"Then why fight it?"
"Because I'm never going to let something that's out of my control drive me, I believe that choice is the only thing that separates me from you."
"You're simply avoiding the inevitable, fool." It spat out bitterly.
"You think it'll just take over, like I'll wake up one day and decide to just consume an entire planet's natives?"
"It won't take over, but instead you'll simply stop fighting what you already are. What happened in the throne room should have ended differently; you should have lived up to your threat and killed those saiyans. I'm sure you know how much blood is on their hands, right? You'll be doing universe seven a favor."
"That's just not right, even though they have killed people, that doesn't make me the judge and executioner. I do plan to stop them, though."
"Your morality holds you down, false one; that is one of the qualities that separates an Otsutsuki from a human. Morality is a facade, built for a species with a life span that doesn't even surpass 200. You are not that; you will not age as long as you consume. You will outlast most people that you will ever meet, applying their framework to your existence is- "
"You want to tell me human morality doesn't scale to a god? Fine. You're probably right, but I'm not a god. I'm Indra, and the day I start deciding that other people's suffering doesn't matter because I'm going to outlive them is the day I've lost who I am."
"You would limit yourself," it said in a disappointing tone, "out of loyalty to a moral system built by beings who cannot even perceive what you are."
"I'd limit myself because I decided to, it's my fucking life," Indra said grudgingly.
"You're very certain for someone standing in borrowed skin, and you still anchor yourself to your previous self, and how you acted instead of living to your true desires. You know your family will forget you eventually, right?" It said.
"I don't know, I haven't been immortal before, but right now today I remember who made me and what they value, and that's enough to work with."
"You are more stubborn than expected." It said, shaking his head. "Well, this is goodbye for now, false one, your body is starting to wake up, we will speak again."
Indra jolted upright, one hand slamming into the wall beside him.
"What the fuck have I gotten into now?"