Madness Transcended.

  She ached.

The only thing she could hear was words that she personally conjured in her mind. Sung-sun (or the figmentation she created of her sister) was telling her how stupid that was, Mila agreeing. A fight would break out between the lioness and the doe, and the snake would commentate on how they were both barbarians. Oh how she craved for such interactions with her sisters. 

Amber and ice hues opened, gazing at the ebony drapes that hung above, littered with clouds and an elderly moon. Though her eyes were completely open, irises narrowed down to nothing, she still felt as if she was still trapped in her own mind.

Optics began their search for the two figures she imagined in her mind — for personal comfort. Though she searched and searched, she could barely feel their reiastu, which sent a shock through her. Where they dead? No, she could still feel their presence prickling at her skin. They were alive.

Where are they?

Hopefully safe.

Did they leav—

"Surely, you aren’t dead, Emilou Apacci.~”

What the fuck—?

Thoughts were interrupted by the voice of another. Was his tone suppose to be reassuring? Honey and feathers? The darkness, to be honest, was more welcoming. The doe wanted to speak, to cuss, to yell, to scream and shout but she did none. She remained perfectly still, the pain so overbearing and powerful it rendered her completely numb. 

“Are they safe?" 

Her childish antics and perseverance on keeping her sisters safe and to discourage slander to Harribel, would surely kill her one day. It nearly did, and though she was impaled through the chest she still remained thoughtful on Mila and Sung-Sun’s presence.

His hands graced her form as with his nonchalant motions, one might see it as advantages but it was a perfectionist working his trade. Each inch of her body radiated enough heat to provide him with the knowledge of worthy body temperature, however, as for her internal affairs he could not provide a truly proper answer for that. Instead, he humbled her with the factual thoughts on surviving for perhaps another hour without aid and dying out in the sands alone-- As she perhaps grieved and lost sanity, how enticing. Was it the scientist within him or the monster will remain a mystery as his figure elevated.