⊰上の岩⊱ "... she got Hiyori-chan too..." Which wouldn't be surprising if the maihime decided to avoid her too, then again she did have some form of development before they died too. So vulnerable, she looked about like she had before when things were crashing down upon her. She still had yet to really overcome her dark corners and it wasn't as easy as she would have liked to face them. One could do better yet the other didn't know what she's doing, what she can do to go forward with her facade dropped to the point of showing just a little on how her mental state could be. There's much to deal with, much to over come with magenta hues settling upon her feet. About ready to move only to suddenly wince, pain shot throughout her system most likely off her leg again. Ow... that may be a sign to sit down soon; using that crutch won't be of any help if she tore them open again like last time. Being alone with Tsumiki always triggered her, made her panic, made her just want to leave because she didn't want to be anywhere near her. She nearly would react so violently when she got close enough to her with needle and thread or whatever is needed during the visit to make sure she had a clean bill of health.
A moment she didn't need to remember either, hands clenching tightly around her throat, a smile on the face of her murderer as she said they would be joining Enoshima and she was going to make sure they all died together too. Her screams weren't unnoticed nor the crime which had all been... wrong place at the wrong time for poor Saionji. She can't help herself other than to want the thought to stop, stop coming back and stop returning with each vivid part of it causing the punk rocker to hold tighter upon the crutch. Tears were almost falling, because she didn't want this, she never wanted to die in a sense or to even let things get this far along. Happiness and smiling, she wanted that, to truly be happy not watch as the world burned because of her mistakes made. Some part of her called herself a fool; for not wanting to see it happen and not wanting to watch it happen again, it knew she still held in her heart resentment and self loathing more than anything. Something that she can't stop either, even if she wanted to just smile again over nothing.
So yeah, it hurt, yeah it made her cry, and... oh she couldn't keep lying to herself either that she needed to forget. Memories would haunt them forever in vivid detail, that's why she cried at this point from anguish and just not understanding why this had to be them. She missed her home, parents, how her life was before they made this stupid mistake of joining a cult leader in her desire of conquest. It hurt since they were used as a means to an end also, weren't they? She only wanted to turn them each into a copy of her, disregarding their arguments and everything, they were only tools to her more than anything. Objects meant to be thrown away, that's what made her cry, made her drop her guard just for now to be vulnerable for a small time. Why would she not? She thought that she found a place to fit in at only for that to be a lie too and it's all simply crashing down upon the punk more than anything she'd like. Not that she would voice it, she didn't need to burden others when she's suppose to help them smile over make them frown about her problems coming out in the open.
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