" Rosetta is a beautiful name, it suits you. " ( I'D LIKE TO POINT OUT YOU WERE ASKING )
Something in his words sounded familiar yet not. Hatter could feel her cheeks burn as her feminine side woke up, puzzled by his genuine and honest compliment about her name. Her true name. Her human name which left her lips without her noticing. Yet Jabberwock noticed and commented even though she was not asking for compliments. No, she was no longer a female who longed for someone’s affections, right? She was no longer asking for compliments, right? And yet, he still said how beautiful her name was. How it… suited her? What did he mean by that? Wasn’t he sure of her insanity by now? Didn’t he see what monster was standing in front of him?
“… You must have gone insane, Jabberwock,” her words quieter than usual, she stepped away from him to the right, looking away in shyness. Why was he say that? Jabberwock was not a fool, and he wasn’t a liar. He was too honest, too good, too… no, he must remember that she was nothing but a killing machine. A mad woman whose powers were far above anyone’s reach and control. The one who could tear him apart with the sweetest smile on her face. “A beautiful name that suits me? Haha, you almost sound like...”
And he called her name beautiful, and the proceeded to say that she, too, was beautiful? Perhaps, he didn’t say it like that and Hatter understood merely it like that, but still. Her heart raced, her breath stuck in her throat. Something in this situation sounded familiar. Somehow, these words seemed familiar. Someone told her that before, right? Someone called her name beautiful back.
Who, who, who said them? Who are you? Why can’t I remember his face? Why can’t I recall his exact voice? Why? Why? Why?
“Who are you...?” She suddenly asked while staring at him. The red eyes shined brighter than usual, yet there was fear in them. Animalistic fear that hit her suddenly, making her hug her shoulders.
Someone said something like that before, but she forgot who. It was someone who she knew, right? It was. It was... It was.
It hurt. Her heart suddenly hurt. She did another step away from the man whose name was Jabberwock. He was, right? His name was Jabberwock. He was nothing more and nothing less. He was real. Yes, yes, yes, he was, right? The color drained from her face. The madness was returning slowly due to her loss of thought, loss of understanding, loss of herself. Wait, no. Her name, she must remember her name. Her name was Rosetta. Rosetta Dupre. She was the mother of two children... But who was the father of those children?
Ah, maybe that was it. Maybe she was indeed going insane once again. Sometimes, memories that you carried from your previous life were even more of a curse than a blessing. In her case, her mind was a curse now, making her take a deep breath in and then out.
“Jabberwock... You are Jabberwock... You are no one else, right?” She laughed now, but it was broken laughter. An empty one. A scared one. She was happy yet sad. She was glad yet cursing at her own madness. It hurt yet it felt pleasant. That compliment. She was scared. “Ah, that’s right. I did so many bad things. I couldn’t even protect Lisette and Nicolas... My sweetest children. My little treasures. How can I... How can my name be beautiful when my hands are tainted with blood? Haha, you must be joking. Surely, you are... How can wickedness be beautiful?”
Shut up, shut up, shut up. Where was Break? Where was her contractor? She needed to hear his voice. She needed to hear Alyss’ voice. It hurt, she couldn’t help it. Jabberwock was too close to uncovering too much. She spoke too much already, right? No, she must not talk more. Her head will explode.
“My name... beautiful... suits me? I want it to... I want... but it does not. Did you say that to mess with me, Jabberwock? Is it fun to see wretchedness fall beneath such mighty state as yourself?” She raised her voice, but not in anger. More in pain. She wanted him to stop talking but also answer her questions. Why was that sentence turned out like this? Why did something from the past had to approach her mind so fast?
Where were those who calmed down her insanity and those voices in her head?
‘Ah, it must be wonderful to hide the wickedness behind that pretty face of yours’, someone said to her before.
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