@luckybl4de , continued
She hates it here. She's beginning to understand the rules after several trials, but she hates it more with each one. This isn't how her revenge was meant to be enacted, four at a time, cold, clinical, organized by a higher power. Her rage is an ocean; here, it's held back by a dam, steered towards a certain direction. She feels restrained, controlled, worse than in life.
She misses home. She doesn't know what she misses about it. She misses not being here. She misses solid walls she could claw at like an animal desperately trying to escape, instead of an infinite landscape of fog. There's nothing for her to claw at here but her own mind, no obvious route to get out.
She's in a panic. She's been in a panic, broken only briefly by the sight of something familiar. Yoichi. She killed him. She didn't hesitate, overwhelmed and frantic. The only thing tying her to the world she came from. She stole his watch, clawed it off his wrist. A reminder.
She wondered for awhile if she made a mistake. If he was her only way out of here and, in her panic, she had trapped herself. But, the rules of the trials became clearer over time. It isn't permanent. They come back. Yoichi is somewhere. So, she finds him, despite intuitively knowing that she isn't meant to stray so far.
She sits across from him and he tells her as much. βYou're not supposed to be here.β It echoes in her head. She's not supposed to be here. Neither of them are. Where are they? Why are they here? Why do some of them get a campsite while others are left to wander unfriendly realms? Does he have answers? She tilts her head just slightly.
βWhy?β It's a simple word, but they've always held a psychic connection. Yoichi knows the meaning behind it. Not why isn't she allowed at the campfire, that much is obvious, but a question prefaced by an agreement. She understands that she isn't supposed to be here, at this campfire or in this realm. But, then, if they aren't supposed to be here, why are they here?
