"How could you think that you would ever be a good chief for Mizuho?"
"Stop...!"
The voices she had thought had vanished for once and for all, the ones that had terrorized her during every of her nightmares, during every of her daily doings, echoed inside of her head; stronger, hurtful as always, yet harsher than they've ever been.
Memories of past mistakes, of everything she'd wished had never ever happened, what she'd buried very deep down for a long time and since she'd finally recovered from her last fit, seemed to have been triggered again.
The past she'd left behind had came to haunt her, to drive her to despair, once again.
"How can the murderer of half of our village be our chief, no less?"
Her arms embraced tightly her curled body while it trembled hard in panic. The sweat and the teardrops rolled over her paled face. Something she couldn't control anymore, and she had thanked the heavens that she was alone in her house, or that she was aware.
The loss of her composure over this was something she couldn't let anyone see on her, anymore. She'd thought for once that she had finally gotten over it, but it had seemed to be only a hope that broke in pieces.
'Stop, please....'