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It had been an awful time for her and for everyone, and she wanted to be somewhere else before she did something Uncle wouldn't like her to do. An awful day, today, too.
It was a lovely day, and Tsubasa's long skirt was billowing in the wind. He pointed down from the mountain, down at the city at the base of it, telling her about all the people who lived there and how she would get to fly over it tomorrow for her seventh birthday. Michiru crawled on the ground to get closer to the edge -her knees getting scraped by the small rocks- until she felt a pull on the back of her shirt, Tsubasa holding it to not let her go any closer, since knowing Michiru she just might've crawled off the ledge, just like that.
One temper tantrum later Tsubasa was carrying her on his shoulders while talking to his flock of friends, one of them whom had to lead him along the road because Michiru had put her small hands in front of his eyes. The wind was so strong her numerous little braids and the wooden beads flew and clacked against each other in it. She lifted her hands and fell backwards, and so many were yelling suddenly, when she just wanted to try floating away. At least two people lifted her back up and Tsubasa told her the wind wasn't good for floating today, and someone laughed and tied their scarf over Tsubasa's head and Michiru's back, since he couldn't see anyway with Michiru putting her hands on his dark eyes.
Secured in place, the conversation continued on, and Michiru leaned forward to look at the view down the mountain with her head sideways until they walked down a bend and she couldn't see the city anymore.
Maybe today the wind would be good for floating away. Michiru was trying to see down at a mysterious city while climbing up the trapeze set in the Circus when the body announcement played, and it took her a while to climb down and jump down from a distance that should've been too much, but she seemed to take the landing just fine, despite the tears in her eyes. She had been thinking of doing a lot of things, and she wasn't sure which ones she had done.
Was she crying again? Maybe, and her head hurt.
Michiru found her way to the right room, and they really were dead. Dead dead. Michiru knew, she knew, they had to be. She remembered EDO had said they had to be completely dead, hadn't they?..
"'S good. Good riddance- Good- Fer Uncle, good-" They were actually dead. "Uncle wouldn't like it, nah, nah- Nah. 'S bad. Good or bad? Th'thought processes all bad. 'S the- Th'computer broken?"
She made strange noises to signify that maybe she was broken and she just didn't know it yet. She paced about in circles and stared at the floor around the bodies through her tears and the two pairs of glasses.
"Automatic patterns, auto, automobile. Automatic, autostatic, static, KRSZHHHHHH-"
It was so hard to think, so much harder than it usually was, and Michiru just kept walking around, taking steps that looked oddly more mechanical than usual, and for once she wasn't running either, being in low spirits and confused, like her head was filled with static. She continued walking the same path around the bodies like in some gruesome display, trying to make some sense into it, trying to decide if it was good or bad.
