The Therapy Centre seems almost unfamiliar to him now. Outside of the one time he first experienced and grabbed a sword, he hasn’t... really returned. Not on his own, anyway. The Ryoka matter was... something of an anomaly. The soft comfort this whole building emanated wasn’t for him... it was if, no matter what, he hadn’t earned it and being here made him feel out of place. A thought would always cross his mind ‘what did you do to be here?’. It was an exhausting back and forth, wanting something and debating one’s right to it. One he’d rather not have, if he could help it. That sort of thinking did no one any good.

So why go through all the trouble in that case?

There was certainly no Ryoka to find nor any stuffed animal he wished to get comfort from, it was more of a... curiosity. His room had a variety of books, mostly fairytales, folklore, that sort of thing. Given the nature of the island, was there a possibility something was hidden in one of those volumes? Some sort of code, some sort of hidden page or cut-out... some sense of himself or who he was. It was honestly a long shot. He’d read through them when he first arrived but maybe he missed something. Maybe it was just worth trying harder. At the very least, he figured he wouldn’t lose anything.

Yet, on his way there... he couldn’t help but notice someone else was already here. Lotus. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to get in her way. Things were still... a little weird between them. Understandably, considering what he’d done.

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There had been ups and downs with his relationships. He’d never really considered himself close to anyone, not until Yukari had asked to be friends. But there was a time he was bound in some fashion to Ryoka. It had been a strange connection they held - he couldn’t see her so much as a person at that time. He had felt too guilty. And that guilt had made him do something awful. Something he was still coming to terms with. His relationship with Lotus had soured. Still, he had no one to blame but himself. Blaming LISE was an easy out - he wouldn’t allow himself such an escape. He wondered... had Ryoka seen him in a similar light? As a figure, more than a person?

She extended her graceful hand of friendship to all that would accept it. Even to the violent. The selfish. Did she need that attention, crave that friendship or was it a front? Did she even know it herself? All he knew is that he felt very plastic to him. Perhaps because he’d never had a friend. He didn’t hold it against her; likely, it was his own fault and people really did make friends like that. It just struck him as off, somehow.

Yet, what was more off was... well. What he saw. What they all saw. She had appeared, with that same face, those same pigtails and she had spoken in such a sweet way... she’d spoken such toxic words. He’d been shocked. Perhaps at first some thought of vindication crossed his mind: ‘I thought it was funny. I thought that friendship seemed cheap’. But after everything that had happened and everyone that had been lost, Shizumaru wanted to take some time to truly consider this. There was a chance that was her true nature. But, there was a chance she didn’t remember any of that, as well. What would he do in that position? Forced to watch a stranger with his face perform such acts of evil? This seed of distrust... is surely what LISE wanted them to consume. He had no idea what to make of it. Even on a good day, he didn’t trust people. But fighting them didn’t seem ideal, either. After all that thinking and all that stewing, one main thing was clear to him: he would never know if he didn’t go to the source. And that meant talking to her.

It had been a while since they’d really talked. And what talks they’d had, as he recalled, had been clipped. Awkward. This conversation, if he could have it, would likely be just as awkward. But... it was important. If they didn’t talk about it, they’d never get anywhere and he’d never feel this was resolved.

So, he walked and he searched. It seemed as though he did a lot of it these days; and why not? There were many people he had to talk to and many feelings he had to sort through. He had an idea of where she’d be though, somehow. The Therapy Centre. Ironically, it’s almost where they met. Or first talked for real, anyway. He clearly has something hidden in his hand as he approaches her. And... she’s definitely seen better days.

“Umehara-san. There’s a lot to say. I have... some questions, if you don’t mind. But, before that...“

He bows his head and then shows her his poorly hidden present. As it turns out, he’d picked out a stuffed animal from the ski lift cabin.

So much had happened. On the island, and even just in the last few days. He had made his first friend and then, in the space of only a few hours, likely ruined that bond for good. He had saved Satoko from a fall only for it to blow up in everyone’s faces. Their concerned faces... Yukari, Lewis... those stuck with him. The adrenaline of the moment had long since passed but sometimes he could still feel his hands shake with an indescribable dread. The smoke of a future that could’ve been. A vision of a bad ending. Even so, it wasn’t quite the fairytale ending one may have hoped for. But at the very least, she was alive. They were both alive. Yukari could’ve had an accident, as well. It could’ve gone wrong so many ways. If this tension was the price of it, so be it.

Then, on top of that... the motive. Yukari had seen nothing. Neither had he, but he felt her ties to family were much stronger than his. Then... Lewis and Satoko... both namedropped. Both had places to go back to, people to be with. He worried; about all of them, really. But how to put that into useful action? How to put those feelings across?

It was hard.

WIth all the new areas, it felt oddly nostalgia to be back in the Garden Shelter. But not unpleasant. The weather seemed more picture-esque when you saw it from the glass’s reflection. And no matter what the humans here did, the plants grew on. There was something courageous and meaningful about the tomato plants crawling up their vines. The proof that life can go on, perhaps.

Still, he wasn’t here for that. He was looking for someone in particular. Well, more than one, perhaps, but for this time, just one would do. He’d searched the guesthouse and some other areas first. He’d actually more gone to the shelter for shelter but as luck would have it, this is where she was.

“Ihara-san... can we talk? Whenever you have time, I think... I think we should.”

Hours past. A day passed. Maybe two. As everything around him stays mostly the same, it becomes harder to differentiate such times. Every now and again, he let Ryoka have her space. Not for long, mind, he would hate himself too much if he risked letting something else bad happen to her. But he knew she’d likely get tired of him if he hovered around her too much. That’s why a balance was key. Even if such a balance stressed him out. Surely it was more logical to keep watch but he had put her in the predicament. It felt scummy to not respect such wishes. As the sun began to duck past snow-tipped peaks and sombre clouds, a vague orange light spread out, turning some of the snow an almost creamy colour. At the very least, despite everything, it seemed like a nice day, outside of the terrible hail and snow. Well. Perhaps it was just a nice sunset, then.

Shizumaru had opted to stay at the Crystal Cafe. He hadn’t been eating well lately, after all. Perhaps this was a good chance to do so. Still, the motivation hadn’t hit him yet. There was this great sense that he should be doing more; not just for Ryoka, but for all of them. What made it his responsibility? Well, nothing, he supposed, and yet the need wouldn’t disappear. But what could he do? What was in his power? Making a big speech about how murder was bad seemed not only obvious but patronizing. Furthermore, he doubted he could even give such a good speech. Seeing everyone stare at him all expectantly... that would surely silence him. He walked out to the balcony as he considered his options. Time and time again he had warned people about the woods. Yet perhaps something deeply important could be found there. If enough trees were cut, perhaps even a raft of some kind could be made. Unlikely thoughts, maybe. But ones that should perhaps be considered nonetheless. At the very least, focusing on the future and what he CAN do is more useful than sitting around lamenting mistakes.It’ll be alright. As long as he tries... and works towards it.

It’ll be alright.

As he ruminates things on the balcony, he notices someone approach the cafe. It’s nice there’s such a useful vantage point here, really. In between the snowflakes and stones of ice is a silhouette, wrapped in a tan-ish coat, long black hair tossed by the always unruly wind. Only one such person matched the description; Satoko Ihara.

She was an... interesting person. Harsh and yet, not unkind, he found. She seemed to use cold words but wasn’t unreasonable; no, at times she was downright generous, as odd as that sounded. She was just generous in an odd sort of way. That attitude seemed both oddly dishonest and sweet. Hard to put into words.

His forehead was warm. That was a bad sign. Anything he was feeling, anything weighing him down... was likely weighing Ryoka down, too. He hadn’t met her before this prior, not really, but he was aware of her. She was so... small and cute. She possessed what seemed to be a gentle smile. If he talked to her, he was sure she’d reassure him: ‘it’s not your fault’. ‘You couldn’t have known’.

‘I’m okay’.

He looked down at his leg and sighed. It was getting better but it wasn’t fully healed yet. It stopped bleeding but... that didn’t mean it was magically better. The area still hurt. Shizumaru himself seemed to be rather good at dealing with pain, powering through it... but he couldn’t ask the same of Ryoka. The fact he knew full well she wouldn’t blame him hurt the most. What could he do to make it up to her? To make it up to someone who wouldn’t even tell him how foolish he’d been to suggest himself? He should’ve known it was some trap. And now... now...

Shizumaru closed his eyes. What he was doing was wrong. He knew that. His knuckles tightened as he fought to restrain himself from his ID. Shizumaru wanted to protect everyone. That hadn’t changed. It hadn’t changed, but... right now it was his fault Ryoka was in pain. He was doing something horrible - to wish, inflict pain on another. That’s why... it was okay. He would do it. And if Ryoka blamed him... if Lotus blamed him. That was fine. He would shoulder that burden properly. Being a ‘good person’ meant... no, he wasn’t being a good person. It was pure self-satisfcation. He needed to be useful to Ryoka, at any cost. It wasn’t the right thing to do but he could find some nobility in his actions. And as long as he was at peace with them... hopefully it wouldn’t haunt him. He flicks through the colours and finds Orange before clicking it. The confirmation message sticks in his head.

Are you sure you want to do this? Yes or no.

... No, of course he didn’t want to.

But Lotus was on her own, wasn’t she? That alone was suspicious and... if she was on her own, maybe it would hurt less. These were justifications, of course, but he needed to at least justify it a little. Hurting Tatsuya after their talk seemed hypocritical... and that was certainly the person he liked the least. Stil, he couldn’t say he hated or disliked anyone here. Sure, there were disagreements but... it’s not like you could just say these people were ‘evil’, right? Trying to act like someone was seemed... sickening to him. It would certainly make things easier for him, but, he just couldn’t. Even Ji-hyun, who’d taken a life... she was no villain. Just a poor girl put into a bad situation.

Yeah. It was a bad situation. That’s why he had to do this. Nobody was perfect. He confirms his decision and hits yes. It probably wouldn’t take effect instantly... but hopefully in a few minutes it could give Ryoka some relief.

Speaking of Ryoka, she’d just popped out of her therapy room, it seemed. Shizumaru had been sitting outside of it, his wooden sword by his side as he sat there, loyal as a dog, determined to guard her any way he could. He pockets his ID inconspicuously and then glances up at her from his position.