(Im)mortal Terror | Towa | Experiment 6.4 | RE: Accusations | ATTN: Pathos, All
“Of course I have some idea of how it works…because I asked! Beyond that…I’m just guessing, really.” Towa started out almost cheerful, but there was something hollow behind it as the weight of the situation finally sunk in.
“Do you really…think…?”
She took a step back, raising a shaking hand to protect her face as the others entwined themselves in her hair...what little good it would do her. “I won’t deny my interest in Doctor Psyche’s work, it was like a dream come true…but I was so attached to her because…because I had to trust someone, a-and as long as I could be useful, she was the only one here who wasn’t going to kill me!”
Case in point…Ran and Takeshi and everyone else here, joyfully condemning their classmates even though they never really had to die at all. She didn’t even care that they had betrayed her, it was a part of human nature she was all too familiar with, but she knew what would happen if she couldn’t prove her innocence, and that was what finally brought her to tears.
She was too overwhelmed to respond after that, trapped in her own mindscape, and her mind was full of fear. Somewhere in her incoherent sobbing-pleading-babbling, there were names, some of which the others might recognize – Duck, Tadashi, Doctor Psyche, Jin – and some they might not – Mama, Hibi-chan, Akira…save me.
And then…silence. That silence dragged on for far too long, but she couldn’t face these—these murderers until she was absolutely sure, she didn’t know what else they were capable of.
“I-it is funny…a lot of this is just…completely unfounded, right? Other than Ran-chan, I think I’m actually the shortest person here. I…would have thought I was tall, but people never cease to surprise me…” She turned the next shaking sob into something like a laugh. “The white piece of fabric could have come from the lab coats in the Non-Sterile Labs, or even Doctor Pathos…we are in a hospital, right? And…what was so different about my secret? I couldn’t tell any of yours just by looking either, but frankly…I think you could have figured it out? All this talking about virtual reality, being so- so afraid of things…e-even my hands was because I…”
She stopped herself there, even now too afraid to finish that thought.
“If you know…i-if you know why I wanted this so badly…then why would I be in here with you guys? I wouldn’t risk my life for something so that might not even work, I-I don’t even know if it did work, if that Map is really me anymore—” But that wasn’t any kind of proof, and she knew it. She had to think of something, anything…?
She would turn to Psyche, but Psyche wasn't here. She was dead, everyone was dead, there was nobody in the world who could save her—except maybe…herself?
“Doctor Pathos, if I’m really your boss…I’m calling off the experiment! Stop this trial and let everyone go home!”