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She looks just like you.

—No, no, that’s not the right way to describe her. She looks like you, but she isn’t you. She looks like how you did as a teenager, before you died and were given a second chance. But she looks like someone grabbed that second chance by the throat and never let go, not until she actually did come back to life.

She looks like you, had things been much more ideal. She is you in a very warm and bright world, surrounded by things and people that she will never take for granted again, that you are sure she will always remember to cherish and keep close. She is you in her determination and in her strong love for those dearest.

She was you, before your heart was forced to bleed dry - before your kindness was buried so you could be an unbiased judge, before your softness was stamped out for efficiency and leadership.

She is you, isn’t you, could have been you and vice versa. A dream. A precious possibility. Someone you want to see flourishing to the very end, to be better than what you’ve become.

You’re happy for her, and how far she has come.

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art

( Evan has a lot of pent up anger. )

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art

that looks like it hurts!

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16: How does your muse see themselves in 5 years? What about 10?

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Bold of you to assume she can really see herself existing anywhere into the future.

Shiki has the distinct impression that nothing will change in the next five to ten years - at least, when it comes to her job. The global stage can easily shake and affect her dear little ward, making anything possible and the exact hue of the future difficult to assume, much less determine. But even then, as she’s been the Composer for decades as is, another decade or half of one as Shibuya’s supervisor seems inevitable, if not expected even.

She does hope, though, that Shibuya grows a little more positively. (And that, perhaps, someone promising shows up to succeed her.)

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13: What is your muse's saddest memory from their childhood? 🌻

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When Shiki was very small, she couldn’t quite comprehend the idea of people going away for a time - she understood the idea of people leaving because they would be returning to a place they should be, like home, but just not the idea of people parting from her and creating a brief but obvious absence. People either just stayed with her or didn’t.

This meant that when her father began to travel abroad for his work, little Shiki was an absolute crying mess the day he left. As a child, she thought her beloved parents would be permanent fixtures in their presence - the idea of her father simply being not around was terrifying, especially as she didn’t quite understand that this would be temporary.

Now, though, she’s outgrown this silly form of object permanence and sees this particular memory as something really embarrassing. But honestly? She still feels a lingering bit of distress at the idea of her loved ones being far from her reach.

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"What do you mean you can't tell what it is? Clearly, it's a bird." Come on, Shiki. It was obviously a beautiful artistic rendition of one of the avian dream eaters.

“Uh. Sure.” The amount of effort you put into not rolling your eyes at this very moment is worth a Nobel in the philanthropy category, honestly. “If a bird were... more like an airplane, or something?” 

Now an airplane is a rather generous description of what looks like a botched attempt at cubism, really.

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"Miss Composer, humor me: do you have wings? If so, what do your feathers look like?"

“Why would you ask me a question like that?” A question for a question - you don’t expect a response to it, however. Just hypothetical musings now. “But to answer it - I do.”

“The feathers look… somewhat translucent, with a white tint. Kind of like silk organza with a white weave in my opinion. Sometimes though, they seem more like glass or even plastic, especially when light hits them at a right enough angle - my wings aren’t opaque, so the feathers can refract light into different colors.”