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 Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 12:27 am
On a certain level of this obsidian tower, there was a particular room. It was impossible to determine at what precise level the room was positioned, as the chaotic nature of the spire seemed to make everything within absolutely random. This rift in space was attuned to three people only - the chaos magician Soren, the sorceress Razevi, and as a result of residual feedback the raven laguz Vika. Only those three could command the threads of reality in this hotbed of darkness to their will. And within the spire itself, it was impossible to tell exactly the location at any one given time unless they were upon the peak. Within, any of the three could will themselves a room, will whatever they wished within it, and then store it away as a fraction of the reality of this realm.
So upon a single slice of this reality there lay this room. Like many others that would be summoned at a whim, this one was very sparsely adorned. It was a wide open space of darkness, and in the center was a bed. Unlike nearly all other facets of this tower, the bed was surrounded by light rather than darkness. A bright beacon shone from above the bed, which itself was dressed neatly in white sheets. Fine, silken lace hung from invisible pegs in the air above, and the ends draped over the corners of the bed. Upon the bed itself lay a lone girl. She was motionless. Her hair was as black as the twilight surrounding her, and she was dressed in the clothing that her love remembered her most fondly in. Her hands were clasped together, lain across her chest, and within them a single red rose was held. The girl took one breath, almost unnoticeable even in the tranquil eternal night that lay around her.
The girl Synra, no longer a morph by definition, lived again.
She was not entirely alive, however; instead, she lay suspended in a state of limbo, her soul becoming accustomed once again to her physical form. Bramimond had been hard at work after Razevi had taken care of the "visitors", wandering the base of the spire to collect the lingering quintessence that had been exuded from the numerous monsters killed. He had spent most of the time between then and now performing the arcane rituals in order to rebuild her body and guild her soul back from the spirit plane to her body. Although, something curious he found that he later revealed to Razevi when she had come to inspect: Synra's soul seemed to possess godlike qualities, though the actual divine aspects of it were gone, leaving it no more special than an ordinary human soul. It was an interestingly created soul -- but a soul nonetheless. Razevi had merely listened with muted interest.
Upon finishing with her, Bramimond had retired to his own quarters within the spire, a convenient portal always reachable via Razevi. He had done as much with Synra as he could for the time being. Feeding too much quintessence into a resurrected form before it had existed long enough to become used to the mortal plane once again could be detrimental to both the body and the soul, causing damage to both due to an overdose of pure life energy. For now, Synra would rest. The finishing touches would come later.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 2:45 pm
 ...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...[ X ][ O ]Blossom[ O ][ X ] →Blossom typically considered herself a very adaptive person. When things got tough, she would be trying to find a way to either fix the situation or work around it. This, however, was proving overwhelming for her, and as she emerged in the tower after disappearing into the portal, Blossom had to wonder just how powerful that woman had to be. It had only taken the time she would need to blink to suddenly re-appear within the tower, and when she looked outside, the others were gone.
Gone.
Blossom tried to focus now on Vika, having settled her in the cot in the middle of the room. The walls tapered up towards the ceiling, all made of a smoky glass that both tinted the land outside with a deep black color, not quite solid enough to keep out the sight of the Sentrian sands. Despite the darkened walls, however, the room was bright, brighter than Blossom thought was possible, since she couldn't locate a lamp or fireplace or any other physical source of light.
Blossom did not know where anything was, so while she had the spare cloth to bandage Vika's wounds, she was forced to use the lukewarm water in her canteen. Hot water would've been better for the injuries, the Hero thought bitterly as she held Vika's arm up against her knee, sitting on the edge of the cot where the raven now lay, unmoving. Blossom's left arm was held limp at her side, her right gently daubing at the blood and sand on the gashes down Vika's upper arm. When the skin was finally clean and the wound looked as good as it would get, what with the lack of proper supplies, Blossom set down the stained strip of fabric against her other knee. She used her teeth and right hand to tear away another long piece of fabric from the old shirt she had already torn down to half of its normal size, then used that fabric to wrap up Vika's arm.
I don't have salve, I don't have proper bandages... that one Vulnerary was cracked and empty... Blossom used water from her canteen to wet another section of cloth--she didn't have the excess water to be able to clear out the original rag and re-use it--and went to work at the raven's forearm. The pirate-garbed girl was silent the entire time, focusing instead on her ministrations to the poor woman laying unconscious before her.←  You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX
You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXXLike in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 5:24 pm
I'm falling into memories of you, things we used to do... ... Follow me there, a beautiful somewhere... ♥ ◄AMARA► ♥
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Amara liked using her imagination. With it, she could go to magical, far-away places and have adventures with friends, both old and new. It was entertaining for the young girl and it allowed her to focus on a different reality every once in a while. When Amara closed her eyes now, she saw her mommy and her daddy, along with her uncle Aki, big brother Ephie, Abel, and countless others. She clutched her knees to her chest.
It was the reality that she wanted to be the truth.
Her eyes closed and she flopped down on the small bed that had been provided for her. It was comfortable, but it wasn't home. "Mommy..." She whispered, clutching her necklace tightly in her tiny hand. Her shoes were undone and placed by the bed, but otherwise she was just as she was when she was kidnapped that night. Her hair was still tied back in a bow and her butterfly mantle was still tied and on her shoulders. She refused to undo them because her mommy was the one who tied them in the first place.
The girl sniffled softly at the thought of her mommy. Why was she here and not with her mommy...? It made no sense! Why did that strange lady need Amara? She wanted to go home...
The temptation to sleep away the time was great, but she forced her eyes to stay open, staring instead at the pictures in her necklace with a look of longing and desire.
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... A place that I can share with you...
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 8:44 am
Vika lay upon her bed, trying her hardest not to move. The slightest twitch of her being sent agony through every muscle, joint, nerve. Her wings were outstretched as she lay upon her back, a painful position yet considering the others it was the best for now. Her eyes were tightly clenched shut; the pressure of her eyelids against her skin seemed to ease her pain, if even by little. Visions swam through her mind as she drifted in and out of consciousness. Some focused upon the battle she had been used as a somewhat willing vessel in, others focused upon the mysterious figure she'd gotten herself involved with. So this Razevi finally had a face...
And still her mind focused upon Synra. The raven lay there, wondering if it was all still worth it. And then she remembered the loneliness, the abandonment of her past life, and the isolation she'd felt upon coming to this world, and then the comfort and the embrace and the consolation of the woman Synra. She was just a morph constructed by the necromancer Madriana exactly one year before, and everyone said that she didn't really have a soul. But Vika saw something that they hadn't, and she'd grown a bond with the morph woman. That was, until that pathetic wretch of an 'archdruid' took her away. And got her killed. That was unforgivable. But, finally, it was within her power to restore her beloved. And that was all that really mattered, no matter what the cost was to bring her back. Right?
Vika wasn't entirely sure how long she had lain there, as time seems to drag when one's trying to ignore the amount of pain she's in, but at some point she barely became aware that there was someone tending to her injuries. Her eyes opened just slightly to recognize the figure - Blossom? But why? - and then closed again as she just focused upon the motions Blossom was taking upon her skin. It hurt, but the sensation of another tending to her almost felt good. Wavering in and out still, she barely heard the voice of Razevi.
"If you're aiding her, perhaps I can assist."
And she wasn't sure if she was just in that bad of shape or if she was just tired from everything, but she faded out of consciousness once again shortly after.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 9:12 am
...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...[ X ][ O ]Blossom[ O ][ X ] →Blossom nudged the dirty rag off of her knee and onto the floor where it wouldn't bother her as she used her teeth to tear away another section of fabric from her shirt. It was difficult to say if any of this was really helping her--she wasn't responding to any of the care, though she could place the blame on the fact that she had been injured so badly and was still unconscious... It was worrying, though.
Blossom was in the middle of attempting to wipe all the sand away from a gash across her stomach, trying to figure out how she could help the wound in her wing when she heard the woman's voice looming near hers. Blossom flinched to attention, her blue-grey eyes wide as they landed on her masked face.
"...Perhaps I can assist."
Blossom blinked and used her good hand to rub at her eyes as the rack appeared seemingly out of thin air. She took in the row of Vulneraries, good bandages, medicine... the Hero looked back at the masked sorceress.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have other things to attend to."
Blossom looked back at Vika, her face hardening. She still hadn't found Amara, but Vika was injured, and... she couldn't leave her alone. They couldn't ask her anything if she wasn't treated properly. But what of the others? What were they going to think when they found her?
Abandoning your friend to care for Amara's kidnapper? How dare you. You're nothing more than a traitor. A cowardly traitor. You don't deserve to come back to Learania.
Blossom closed her eyes for a moment, trying to will away the thoughts. They weren't going to leave her like that. She would explain, they would understand, Aidan would... would...
Die like the coward you are.
Blossom rubbed the tears away from her eyes with her right hand. She had only made things worse now, hadn't she? She opened her eyes again, vaguely blurred, and worked in silence.
She had applied some bandages beforehand, so first the Hero worked backwards, very carefully peeling away the cloth from Vika's injuries. She cleaned the wounds again, deciding that being extra-careful was all right in this case. They wouldn't do worse if she repeated a step, right? The larger wounds were given a Vulnerary, medicinal salve that immediately began to seal the wound and restore the flesh to solidity, while smaller ones were coated in cold, white salve. Everything was-rebandaged, clean and white.
Blossom worked in silence. Her left arm was still hanging uselessly next to her body as she worked. The thought occurred to her to heal her own shoulder, but she simply continued to work. Did Vulneraries work to heal burns? All she knew was that it really, really hurt to move her arm now, and Vika was more injured than she. The Hero just kept going, then, slowly putting more and more bandages over Vika's body.
There was a rather considerably roadblock when it came to needing to tend to the wounds on Vika's back. Her left arm screamed in pain and tears came to her eyes, but she managed to move both hands under Vika's side and roll her over onto her stomach, taking care to be gentle with her already-bandaged injuries. Blossom took care to make Vika comfortable again on the bed, resting her head more comfortably against the pillow at the top of the mattress. Blossom then silently washed the gashes across her back, taking extra care with the deep cut near the base of her wing. Guilt struck deeply at the knowledge of her hand creating the wound, but she worked on, her left shoulder blistered and not looking good at all, now bleeding from being moved around.
The Hero-turned-nurse tended to the raven silently. There was nothing else she could do.← You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX
You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXXLike in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:39 pm
 Razevi kept to herself, swinging dual swords around in the miniature arena she'd constructed for herself.
"Yah!" A longsword sliced cleanly through the air, lopping the head off of a gorgon that dared slither towards her. "Hah!" With a twist of her torso, the golden blade in her opposite hand impaled a nearby mogall. A gloved hand raised immediately to her eyes to shield them from an explosion of mogall entrails as a charge of electricity found itself detonated inside of its body. Both the gorgon and the remains of the mogall disintegrated into flecks of darkness that quickly dissipated into the atmosphere as she spun in place, flexing muscles that hadn't been tested for centuries. A hand still above her eyes, she straightened her mask and smirked. "Times change, but swordplay remains the same."
Satisfied with her training, she sheathed both swords by her side and looked up at the pitch-black ceiling. Hands raised in a sort of ritualistic stance that looked intimidating but had no real function, and she was soon hurtling upwards through space, her surroundings nothing but cloudy blurs around her. Hardly any time at all had passed, and she emerged upon the pinnacle floor of the tower. She looked around casually, finally settling her eyes upon the girl who sat by the raven, tending to her injuries. Razevi paused a moment, casually observing the actions. The girl didn't register strongly within Vika's memories, but for her to have just abandoned her troupe for this raven must have meant something significant.
Razevi decided she would take a staff to the raven herself later, but she was long overdue in treating her other guest. So, she instead gave Blossom something better to work with. She waved her hand, and a rack full of medicinal items, including wraps and salves, appeared out of nowhere. "Perhaps I can assist," she muttered with a slight chuckle.
That done, she turned away from the pirate girl. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to." With a mere thought, Razevi was falling through the tower, finally reaching a halt upon a level where there was nothing but a little girl who had slept soundly for most of the time she had been captive here.
"Hello, little Amara," she greeted the child, a slight tone of sweetness in her voice. She walked over to the bed, kneeling beside it. "I bet you miss your mother, don't you? Well, don't worry, I'll send you back soon enough. In the meantime, how about a little fun to pass the time?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 1:35 pm
I'm falling into memories of you, things we used to do... ... Follow me there, a beautiful somewhere... ♥ ◄AMARA► ♥
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Amara jumped suddenly, sitting up completely, turning to the voice. She clutched her necklace close to her chest, trying to hide it away from the strange woman. When did she get here? How did she get here? Everything was so confusing, so unknown to Amara. It bugged her.
She scooted away from Razevi, staring at her with a mixture of hesitancy... and curiosity? Her head tilted slightly to the side. "Y-yeah..." The child whispered softly, pulling her mantle around herself tightly. She wanted her mommy very, very badly! She didn't want to wait any longer! She wanted her--
Fun? "... What kind of fun do you mean, miss?" Amara asked, her eyes widening with a child-like innocence. "Is it a game?"
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... A place that I can share with you...
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 6:39 pm
Vika was soon jostled from her most recent coma as she was rolled over onto her stomach. She would have protested if she were in better condition, but instead she merely took the painful repositioning in stride, barely uttering a groan as she was turned. Although her major wounds were sealing nicely, vulneraries did little to nothing for fatigue. So, still very much tired and aching, she lay in silence. Her only movements came from a slight twitch of her wing as the wound through it was gingerly handled. Vika knew that even with the wound healed, it would be some time before she flew again without pain. She supposed it was only fair, however, considering what she'd done so far...
Her head shifted from a face-down position, slowly turning to face Blossom. She was...crying. And her arm hung lifelessly. The raven then realized that she was not the only one here injured. Careful not to disturb any of the recently dressed injuries, the arm closest to the girl migrated slowly across the floor as she focused upon the rack of medicine that had been conjured. It took only a slight tug on the threads of this realm to bring one of the unused vials flying into her hand laying open upon the floor. Vika closed her eyes once again, and she felt the liquid within it travel from the vial into her palm magically. She then dropped the vial as she raised her hand, and the bottle fell to the ground with an empty clatter. The hand cautiously moved up through the air, laying itself gently upon Blossom's pained shoulder, and with a focused mind Vika sent the absorbed healing liquid from her palm into the bloodied area, rubbing ever-so-cautiously the skin in order to distribute the medicine effectively. Once done, the hand dropped once again to the floor.
"I'm sorry..." the raven finally murmured.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 8:11 pm
...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...[ X ][ O ]Blossom[ O ][ X ] →Blossom was busy with the application of another Vulnerary to a deep wound across the small of Vika's back when she heard the slight rustling of her face shifting against her pillow. Blossom looked over at her. The expression on her face made Blossom uncomfortable, and she had to resist the urge to squirm as she put gauze against the Vulnerary-swathed wound before beginning to press the edges of the square bandage over the gauze, trying to seal it down to keep contamination away from her wound.
Blossom was focused enough on trying to finish tending to Vika's injuries--thankfully, they all seemed to be concentrated from the waist up, save for a few bloody etches from where the bloody trails on the sorceress' skin had dug into Vika's thighs and calves--that when she first felt the cold, stinging medicine on her raw, burned shoulder. "A-Ahhh...!" she yelped, nearly dropping the Vulnerary she had reached for. She managed to hold still, though, the pale look on her face slowly disappearing as the Vulnerary stitched at her burn. It was different to heal a gash or a bruise than it was to heal a burn--more skin was damaged, though that didn't mean less flesh below the skin was damaged, either--and Blossom had to keep the stinging pain of the Vulnerary trying to knit and mend damaged nerves and skin as she finished tending to Vika's injuries.
Blossom finally moved to bandage up her shoulder, awkwardly moving her right hand to wrap up her shoulder. When the limb was covered in white bandages, her left fingers twitching, she looked over to Vika. The raven had actually spoken now, her voice barely audible.
"I'm sorry..."
Blossom managed a little smile. She felt even more out of place now, still wearing her Halloween costume (which was now damaged, what with the burned fabric all around her left shoulder and exposing the edge of her undershirt). She brushed Vika's hair away from her face with her good arm, managing to move her left arm into her lap without her shoulder screaming protests in pain. "Just worry ab-about resting, all right?" she told her. Blossom glanced at the window, suppressing a faint shiver, then looked back at the raven.
She had come to help her heal. It wouldn't be proper of her if she didn't do everything to try to help... right?
"Do you... um, need... water or anything?" Blossom asked. "I still have some water in my canteen... you can have it, um, if you need."← You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX
You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXXLike in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 2:02 pm
Vika lay silent for a long moment, thinking to herself. She'd met Blossom twice before, once briefly exactly one year ago, and then only a few months before when the girl had rushed to her aid as she had done now. But Vika had taken Amara, a beloved child of one of the most known of tacticians in this realm. Why would Blossom have come to her aid once again, when she had come to claim the child?
Ignoring Blossom's pleas for Vika's welfare, she placed both hands firmly against the mattress, pushing herself up into a raised position as she slowly pulled her feet over the bed and sat upon it. She stared out into thin air, intentionally avoiding Blossom's gaze, and remained silent. There were tears in her eyes, both from pain and sorrow, and a blink sent a lone tear trailing down her face. It took a long moment and several deep breaths for Vika to gather the nerve to speak once again. She slowly turned her head to meet Blossom's gaze and spoke in a soft whisper.
"I...I guess you want to know why, now..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 2:50 pm
...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...[ X ][ O ]Blossom[ O ][ X ] →Blossom watched Vika in silence. She reached out to guide Vika back onto the bed, but the determination in her movements and in her eyes made Blossom lean back again. She hadn't had a chair of her own, and so she simply adjusted her seat on the edge of the cot and watched the raven in silence. The tears didn't escape her gaze; Blossom paused, then offered a small cloth to dry her face. The raven didn't seem to notice, though.
"I... I guess you want to know why, now..."
Blossom nodded once. "Why Amara?" she asked quietly. "What's going on with you and the sorceress? I just... we want to help." Blossom paused, amending that: "...I want to help. I don't... feel like you would do this without reason..." Blossom put a hand gently against her left shoulder; the Vulnerary was rapidly working its magic, and already the burn was beginning to feel soothed. The matter of whether or not the flesh itself was perfectly restored was another question, but vanity came backseat to health. "Tell me, please...!"← You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX
You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXXLike in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 8:05 pm
"I...I didn't want it to go this far... I just needed someone...to help me. Blood magic...it's very complicated, very dangerous, very bad...but I had to." She turned away, sniffling a bit. "You don't understand, do you? None of them do... what it's like to be alone, where no one cares if you live or die. All of you have someone. Family, friends...you all have someone close. I was alone before I came here, and nothing changed. Nothing changed at all!" Her voice had escalated to a loud, quivering tone. "It's...it's been nearly a year. A year since I came here to this...this place. I just wanted a place to belong, so I followed Madriana... I didn't mean to, but I met that girl of hers, Synra... Synra, she was different! And then Mika took her away from me, got her killed... and then I was going to kill her but...but I didn't. It was only right. I should have! I should have killed her! No one understands what I went through!" Vika hesitated. "...She did, though. Synra cared."
She paused for a moment, choking down a couple of tears. "I didn't...didn't want to take that girl... I always loved children, I never wanted to take her from her mother, but...but I needed blood and she was easiest and she was there. Razevi kept pushing me on, 'we need this, we need this!' and...and how was I supposed to know there was an ancient sorceress in that mask? I just...I just wanted Synra back, and I knew it was possible, and she convinced me that I could have her back and...and I just lost all control. I want her back. I need her back! She understood! And that's...why...that's why I have to do this. The little girl's okay, she hasn't been hurt...Razevi always said she'd be set free once we finished what we were doing, but...but she never told me what." Beyond the isolated tear and sniffle, Vika remained surprisingly calm upon the last of her speech. "I...I just...I really, really messed up. Again."
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 8:36 pm
...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...[ X ][ O ]Blossom[ O ][ X ] →Blossom lowered her hands to her lap as she watched Vika turn away. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again. She wasn't going to interrupt; the raven didn't deserve that. She needed someone to stay quiet and listen to everything she had to say. It was the least she could do for her.
Blossom watched Vika in silence through the end. She hadn't so much as looked away from the raven, taking in the sounds of restrained tears and the weary words weighted with remorse. Blossom could feel the response coming up: That she knew what it was like to lose people, to feel alone, that she hadn't truly felt as if she had someone else next to her until she confessed herself to Aidan and found out he had felt the same, and even now, with him leaving so often, those feelings were coming back. The loss of her parents and village had been almost enough to break her--Blossom had the feeling that it would have done exactly that if Aidan, Lady Lyndis, and their company hadn't arrived when they did. She hadn't quite experienced what Vika had, that true sense of loneliness that no one was there for you, not for that long a time, but there that desperation fueling Vika's reasons cut deeply into Blossom.
She didn't say any of these things. The Hero silently used her left hand to reach over and push Vika's choppy bangs off of her face, then used the corner of her sleeve to rub Vika's cheeks clean. "No... I don't see someone who messed up. I see... someone who just needed someone to reach out for help and... no one ever did."
I had that opportunity. And I didn't take it. Blossom leaned forward, taking great care with Vika's still-healing wounds, and gently hugged the raven. She rubbed Vika's back between her wings, hesitant to get near the delicate bones and aggravate the slashing wound she had delivered there.
Hopefully, this would help, at least a little.
Blossom hoped that Vika wouldn't push her away. "You can still fix things. Amends can still be made, you know. I can help you. You--we?--can make everything right again. Including what you're trying to do here. To bring back Synra." Blossom let out a faint laugh, rubbing her left eye with the heel of her right hand. "So... don't cry, okay? You'll make me tear up, too..."← You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX
You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXXLike in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX [[...I've been waiting for a while now and I'm a fast writer DON'T HURT ME]]
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