hello, clara | chapter 2 | open
After the bodies appeared, and the fire permeated her mind relentlessly, Clara was rendered absolutely useless. She stayed silent throughout the investigation and didn’t even speak a word at trial; choosing to, instead, stare blankly ahead of her, as if she wasn’t there at all.
God, did she wish she wasn’t there. By the time she manages to collect herself, everything has happened so much. She knows, of course, because as much as her mind flooded with those memories, she was still there. She knew... the trial, the execution...
What sort of awful game was this?
She wanted to go home.
Desperate for something to take her mind off of any of the thoughts swirling in her head, Clara took to stumbling through the halls of the castle. At this point, she had it memorized, but... Ah. Honey eyes blink, slowly, at the sight of another person.
“... Hello... I hope I... am not in your way.”
Her voice is hoarse from disuse, and, uh, you’re nowhere near in the way, Clara...