[in all fairness, Reimi was just as responsible for the long silence as Fubuki was.
awakening had been a horrific experience, but it wasn't as if her existence hadn't been riddled with those already. the pain was nothing compared to what she'd faced at the hands of Kira; she'd learned long ago to shrug off such suffering and face it with nothing but disdain. that was all it deserved.
but coming back to her real self had triggered a habit in her that was no longer feasible given her current situation. she was so used to being chained to a single place that her first instinct was to wait for people to come to her rather than seek them out. no matter how worried she was, she couldn't move. that had always been the rule for as long as she could remember. it took far more days than she'd care to admit for her to realize the scope of her freedom in this city.
even so...loathe though she was to admit it, there was an aspect of awakening that continued to haunt her even now. not mental - or, not entirely.
dying once had been traumatic enough. now, in this world, this place, she found herself reliving that moment every day as soon as the sun slipped from the horizon. scars literally reopening each night, her heart flatlining over and over and over...
she'd nearly taken an entire week off of school, the fear of this inevitable event was so raw within her.
even now, Reimi would never hazard to say that she'd gotten over it. each sunset is just as terrified as the last, but the pain no longer pricks at her the same way. as always, she could become used to anything if it meant being able to continue working towards her goals. even a lifetime of death.
although she didn't need the additional help, it's done wonders for allowing her to appreciate those glorious hours when she can truly experience life again. it's why her voice is warm with good humor as she answers the phone, no trace of the darkness in her mind rising to the surface.]
Hm? That's my number, yes.
[it's a relief to be faced with someone so formal. while her name may have changed, her surname was the same no matter whose life she was living. it made things easier to respond to more naturally.
but who was this? the voice was familiar, but it had been so long since she'd seen so many people that it was difficult to place immediately. she's on the verge of simply asking outright when suddenly it all clicks and a soft laugh escapes her lips instead.
oh, she was glad for this call. she'd been so concerned for him.]
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awakening had been a horrific experience, but it wasn't as if her existence hadn't been riddled with those already. the pain was nothing compared to what she'd faced at the hands of Kira; she'd learned long ago to shrug off such suffering and face it with nothing but disdain. that was all it deserved.
but coming back to her real self had triggered a habit in her that was no longer feasible given her current situation. she was so used to being chained to a single place that her first instinct was to wait for people to come to her rather than seek them out. no matter how worried she was, she couldn't move. that had always been the rule for as long as she could remember. it took far more days than she'd care to admit for her to realize the scope of her freedom in this city.
even so...loathe though she was to admit it, there was an aspect of awakening that continued to haunt her even now. not mental - or, not entirely.
dying once had been traumatic enough. now, in this world, this place, she found herself reliving that moment every day as soon as the sun slipped from the horizon. scars literally reopening each night, her heart flatlining over and over and over...
she'd nearly taken an entire week off of school, the fear of this inevitable event was so raw within her.
even now, Reimi would never hazard to say that she'd gotten over it. each sunset is just as terrified as the last, but the pain no longer pricks at her the same way. as always, she could become used to anything if it meant being able to continue working towards her goals. even a lifetime of death.
although she didn't need the additional help, it's done wonders for allowing her to appreciate those glorious hours when she can truly experience life again. it's why her voice is warm with good humor as she answers the phone, no trace of the darkness in her mind rising to the surface.]
Hm? That's my number, yes.
[it's a relief to be faced with someone so formal. while her name may have changed, her surname was the same no matter whose life she was living. it made things easier to respond to more naturally.
but who was this? the voice was familiar, but it had been so long since she'd seen so many people that it was difficult to place immediately. she's on the verge of simply asking outright when suddenly it all clicks and a soft laugh escapes her lips instead.
oh, she was glad for this call. she'd been so concerned for him.]
Have you been keeping yourself busy, Wolfmoon?