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Trina was talking to herself. Well, in a way she was. If she remembered being the herself she was talking to. It was always very strange, when she was closer to the thinking like the person she must have been, once. And it was always stranger when the person she had been decided to talk to her. It made her wonder, sometimes, if there was a part of her that was not broken at all, but was hiding amidst the broken pieces, existing without a reason to exist. Trina wondered what her past self remembered, knew that Trina herself didn't. But...if the other herself knew, then she must too, somewhere. It was rather confusing, to be honest. "...You ponder too much. The things that mean nothing." Said the Trina that was not Trina. Trina doesn't remember the other herself's name. The other herself never told it to her. She wouldn't be called by the name Sachin had given either. So she was simply there, the nameless herself. "I do not mean to...Things make me wonder." There was a bitter smile on the herself's lips, an expression that would never be seen on Trina's own face. But wasn't the face of the other her face as well? She does not know...but it must be. But the other herself did not hide her wings. And the other herself had an unbroken necklace. Trina did not have her necklace in her dreams-Ukiel had it, and Trina knew it was safe with the warrior angel. "I know they do. But an existence filled with broken thoughts is not an existence at all. You cannot live as before. There is Ukiel." Said the other herself, dark eyes filled with a knowing that Trina did not believe showed in her eyes. "Do you love him too?" Trina asked, curious, reaching out to trace a shimmering blue mark. They were pretty. The past herself had no need to keep desperate control over her form-it came easier for her. Trina had to keep marks away for fear of reversion. The past herself studied Trina a moment. "No. I am not innocent, as you are innocent. Devotion does not come easy for me, as it does for you. I remember all of what happened, as you do not. Ukiel does not know me, and I-am not you. Not anymore." The past herself patted her head, drew away from Trina. Trina frowned a little, not sure what that meant. "You wonder if that means you really love him, if I do not." The past herself said. The other herself always knew what Trina was thinking. Which was strange, because Trina did not know what the herself thought, ever. "Yes." Trina replied, blinking a little. The past herself adjusted the leather helm she wore over her dark hair, taking it off, resting it under her arm and on her hip. "Do you believe you love him?" Asked the past herself, and Trina nodded. "Yes. Very, very much. I gave him my necklace." Trina said, feeling happy for some reason. The past herself was quiet a moment. "...then you love him. Sachin has broken you, true-but in doing so, he also made you anew. There are no sins to you anymore, Trina. You can be happy, now." A smile, though it too seemed kind of...off. "Can't you be happy?" Trina asked the nameless herself. "...No. My time is over, and I cannot be you because you have a shattered mind. But that is alright. Ukiel seems to love you anyway." The past herself sat down, a flicker of blue going through her iridescent wings. "...am I insane, perhaps?" Trina thought to ask, and the past herself regarded her with seriousness. "Absolutely. But what can anyone expect, being through what you have? You don't know the half of it, Trina. But you can still exist. Now is the time to live though, not merely exist." Trina wondered if she should be worried about being insane. But...she doesn't remember being any different. "Oh. Alright." Trina heard her name being called, Maara, most likely. The cat girl must have had a bad dream, Trina should wake up to comfort her. Innocent dark eyes met the knowledgeable ones of her past self. "...we are different Trina, but the things that drove you then are the things that drive you now. You are merely lost. That is all. Be happy with those who have found you." The nameless herself closed her eyes, and Trina turned and walked away. To the waking world, where a young catgirl currently needed a hug and some assurance.