As soon as she is created from the three pieces of wood he found in his home, Faust knows she must die. Despite knowing this, he feels amazed to know he created such a humanoid homunculus with seemingly no experience. She’s so human-like, both in form and emotions, he thinks as she bursts into tears.
Faust ushers her to an empty bedroom, shutting her in and locking the door to keep her there as he fetches his axe. She’s just wood, he can chop her up into firewood quickly and strengthen the soul orb within moments. Faust finds it quickly and returns to the hallway of bedrooms. He can hear her still crying behind the door. She must be confused, after suddenly being brought into existence. His fatherly instincts make him want to comfort her (she’s practically a baby, after all), but he cannot.
He enters her room- the bedroom, he reminds himself, it won’t be hers for long- and approaches her. The girl- homunculus- sobs, curling in on herself. “Why?” she pleads. “Why? I didn’t do anything! I don’t even know why I’m here!”
Faust hesitates. Why, though? This girl means nothing to him. He brought her to life specifically to kill her. It’s for his daughter’s sake. …his dead daughter he can barely remember and can only maybe bring back to life. If that’s even her soul orb… it’s not as though he can recognize it as her. He has no idea what’s happened- not to his daughter, nor his wife, nor himself. He just knows that he made this girl, who is so utterly miserable.
When he doesn’t swing the axe down, the tree-like girl peers up at him. “…please, please, don’t… don’t kill me,” she whimpers. She looks so pitiful… After a few moments, he drops his axe.
“I’m sorry,” he says to her. “I shouldn’t have… my apologies.” He kneels down next to her. “I’m Faust. I…”
“You… you’re my father, right?” she says, sounding unsure. He’s completely taken aback. “You’re my father,” she repeats, more firm now. “You made me.”
“I… yes, I did.”
“What is my name?” she asks.
A name… he didn’t even think of this. This creation of his, who’s decided she is his daughter, was going to die nameless. “Delilah,” he decides after a moment.
The girl, Delilah, smiles shakily. “I… I like that name, Father.”
“I’m… glad.” Faust stands, and offers her a hand to help her up. She glances at the axe nervously before taking it. “I’ll put that back away.” Delilah nods after a moment.
He’s not sure what to do, now. If he isn’t killing her… he has to take care of her, correct? She considers him a father, so he must try to be a good one, for her sake. Faust shows her around the house- she’s timid, to start, obviously afraid of him after his failed murder attempt, but she soon eases up, curious about the house. She asks if she has a mother, but the expression on his face has her take it back immediately, apologizing for asking. He just pats her shoulder and continues showing her around.
Faust is a mess at first. Even if he’s realized that his blood daughter might be a lost cause, he doesn’t know how to handle it. He finds himself going into her room for hours, examining the soul orb, reading through the book and trying to understand the faint scribblings. Delilah seems slightly pleased when he returns from the one room he won’t allow her into.
One night, long after he should be asleep, he’s roaming the halls when he spots a letter from under her door, ‘Father’ written on the envelope. He picks it up, fearing the worst- a goodbye letter of any sort. Instead, it seems to be just a normal letter.
You said that I could stay here with you. But you are always busy in the forbidden room. You never allow me to get inside. I feel lonely when I have to be by myself for so long. Please spend more time with me.
He pauses, and then reads it a second time. She’s lonely… well, he can’t be too surprised. She’s a young girl, alone in this house with just her… father. Still, he can’t give up his attempts to recover his memory. Instead, maybe… he has all this clay.
Faust enters Arhea’s room, and gets to work.