[ She watches him stand, and move away from her. An odd ache clutches at her heart.
She stands slowly, carefully, using the tree as balance again.
How deeply understandable is it to her, to lose, to grieve? How much does a part of her know what it means, to feel indebted to the Fog, even grateful to Her, for bringing her back?
So he wasn't there to save herself and Reira. That makes a lot more sense. It explains why he was ready to go.
A massive explosion, and suddenly one of her friends was gone. But it's not the one in the square she's thinking of. It's one from back home. One that, even if her stage insisted otherwise, she still wishes she could have stopped in some way. ]
Maybe we all are, a little bit... [ Her eyes are watering, and she quickly rubs them away. ]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Whoever it is you're missing... [ She hesitates. Well, she has no context. There's only so much she can do. She shrugs helplessly. ]
I just... thank you for telling me, it-- thank you, Bois-san.
Harry turns and muffles his scarred face into the arm of his jacket. It’s a loud and ragged sob.
HALF LIGHT - (You didn’t save them. You still watched them die. Your brain and eyes manipulated their mirrors so you'd see how their small bodies would fall and break on the pavement. You didn’t save anyone.)
VISUAL CALCULUS - (Pre-mortem forensic crime scene reconstructions. You see them everyday. A car swerves out of the path of a young man. He walks away but you still see him there, in the road.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (You can still see her skull cracked from the trajectory of the swing. Blood in her hair.)
With a swear he smacks himself hard in the face and walks away quickly.
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She stands slowly, carefully, using the tree as balance again.
How deeply understandable is it to her, to lose, to grieve? How much does a part of her know what it means, to feel indebted to the Fog, even grateful to Her, for bringing her back?
So he wasn't there to save herself and Reira. That makes a lot more sense. It explains why he was ready to go.
A massive explosion, and suddenly one of her friends was gone. But it's not the one in the square she's thinking of. It's one from back home. One that, even if her stage insisted otherwise, she still wishes she could have stopped in some way. ]
Maybe we all are, a little bit... [ Her eyes are watering, and she quickly rubs them away. ]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Whoever it is you're missing... [ She hesitates. Well, she has no context. There's only so much she can do. She shrugs helplessly. ]
I just... thank you for telling me, it-- thank you, Bois-san.
cw: intrusive thoughts, child death, mental illness,
HALF LIGHT - (You didn’t save them. You still watched them die. Your brain and eyes manipulated their mirrors so you'd see how their small bodies would fall and break on the pavement. You didn’t save anyone.)
VISUAL CALCULUS - (Pre-mortem forensic crime scene reconstructions. You see them everyday. A car swerves out of the path of a young man. He walks away but you still see him there, in the road.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (You can still see her skull cracked from the trajectory of the swing. Blood in her hair.)
With a swear he smacks himself hard in the face and walks away quickly.