Let's Play A Game.

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What was she doing here?

She couldn't remember, as soon as she got down to half of the bottle - it all got fuzzy. Amanda thinks she stumbled here to find Rin, for all that fire that she usually was when she was drunk had long gone out, all that was left was feelings and thoughts she's been pushing down over the years of being here.

The search obviously didn't come to fruition, as the samurai found her slumped aghast the side of a broken statue - for once her pig mask wasn't on. For once, around him, she actually appeared vurnable. Human. It was the blood that probably attracted him, the sides of her mouth had deep gashes that ran down her skin like red ribbions, it could have only have been from one of her infamous head traps - the jigsaw apprentice did have a nasty habit of playing her own game from time to time

Dark eyes looked through the curtain of her long hair, just enough to see the legs of the oni - standing there. Staring.

" You know, " She hiccuped " I would've done about anything in the world for him, to show just how much he meant to me. I thought that he was the father I never had."

She shook her head, hand gripping the empty bottle of wine till her knuckles went white. Amanda didn't know why she was telling him this, he had no idea who John was nor could he understand her properly but still...she kept going. Like a crack in a dam.

" I had stolen for him, I had lied for him, I had killed for him and yet..as I laid there..choking on my own fucking blood, he looked at me like I was another one of his test subjects. He looked so dissapointed... I can't help but wonder if I had truly destroyed myself caring for someone's life who didn't give a damn about my own. "

We've been shown this version of Amanda that supposedly survived and promoted from follower to co-leader, that 'redeemed' herself.

All the while,

The Jigsaw apprentice stands there stiffly, holding the tray of cute assorted cookies while the encourage and positive words sink into her skin like knives. That's suspicious. That's weird.

" What kind of question is that? Of course I miss the outside, who doesn't besides the fresh idiots that think of this as a vacation spot.