#senta

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From her behavior in the prison Friendly and talkative. Tries to get along with everyone in the prison. Enjoys teasing. Is used to being idealized and praised. Seems to get envious when someone else is being held in high esteem. Attentive. Has been making her own notes on the prisoners to help me. Although she's very sociable, she’s tired of keeping attention to everyone's feelings. Doesn't know what to do for university. She also seems to not know some things that are taught in high school, despite her age stated to be 17. From interrogation and memory reports Verdict:

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“You always do that…! You’d do anything to hurt me, yet say it's for my sake!” 

A piece of art with cut-off strings Entangled in the web of human emotions The burning feeling of bubbles popping in your lungs is becoming even comforting — a thought that might be way too sharp flashes in your mind, “anything but not to deal with that person, no longer.” The waves embracing you are cozy and soft; although you could be confusing it with the warmth of another’s body — I won't let you go, even now.  Would you return the hug? The dream ends here.

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Memory: …Are you okay? You seem fatigued. Heart: Hm? I'm fine, I'm fine~ Though I do feel a bit weird, to be honest. It's like I've been awake for a long time. Or, how to put it… It's like when you constantly wake up through the night and fail to have a proper sleep in the end, you know? Memory: I see. Maybe we could ask the Warden if there's any medicine to improve your sleep. Heart: Ehh~? There's no need to worry that much about me. After all, we just met. Memory: …I guess that's right. …Sorry. I think you remind me of someone. So I was getting a bit sentimental. Heart: Oh, I know the feeling. As much as everyone wants to hold onto their uniqueness, it's a fact that people tend to be similar, and no one is truly special. Well, could you remind me of your name? I'd like to be friends while we're here~

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Record no.1

So, where's the truth? Was I one of the many silhouettes in the ghosty crowd, with nothing to show, or the omnipotent and perfect, an idol, a saint, or a teenager who threw away all the expectations put on me as a form of rebellion? Did I hate being alive and couldn't wait for it to be over, or wanted to stay hopeful for as long as possible, or closed my eyes whenever problems got too loud and called it “happiness”? Have I left because I pitied you, unable to protect you from my harm in another way? Or because I wished to preserve myself, too scared to look into your face once more? Or I couldn't feel anything for that matter, so there's nothing to guess? When we meet again, I'll tell you, the words that have been long stuck in my throat: We could, let's try to, I want us to, we can't, it's too late to stay together. So, what kind of me will you remember? What side of me will you forget? Once you trim your memory, let's meet again.

Record no.2

Why don't you like me the way I am? “Because I love you” Well, it surely doesn't sound like love… Don't you know… It's cruel to see in others only what would benefit you? Why don't you like me when I just stand here? No matter how much I try to collect the faces of my choice, you put on the one you think suits the most… Don't you know a god is no human? We haven’t talked in quite a while, so that must be forgotten for sure. Surprisingly, I simply can't get it, the wish to be desired. On the other hand, being liked for merely existing, of course, that would be a lovely fate! Because I want you to understand, because I want you to look at me, because I'm weak, anyone would work, anyone! I'm getting nauseous, give me a break. Because I want you to protect me, because I want to keep control, and I was never taught to keep control of my life, so, don't you know? A child with temper tantrums is no human. Aren't you, out of all, supposed to know? You leave me with no choice. Don't you dare. How lovely, thank you so much!

Record no.3

The reason why I didn't oppose any of this… I saw it as an opportunity to throw away “my” life. The me who couldn't trust others, Yet hated being left alone; expressing nothing but a polite smile. All eyes on me! — with these words, I covered my burning-red face. The me who couldn't become a good friend. Refusing to become loyal to my love, But getting bitter when I wasn't the only one in someone's heart. The me who couldn't be accepted. Letting out the thoughts that my hollow mind never believed in,  I put myself on a pedestal to deceive my own loneliness. This time, I'll do it right — I won't get attached to the point it hurts me or the people involved; I'll laugh at the jokes of others, but not show off my stupid sense of humor — a distance just right to have fun only; taking on the role of a guiding light while knowing nothing, I'll rewrite my failed self!  Then, for sure, we'll stay together in this life.  And even if we don't, neither you nor me will dedicate our tears to it. I'll do it right this time. Please, grant me one more time. Just one more time!