The reaper was reluctant to admit it, but she actually enjoyed walking the cityscape under the night sky. Everything shone in an aesthetically pleasing manner, and no one really cared for attention. On her first time navigating the city nightlife, she realized something.
She hated the shopping district even more at night.
To avoid the screaming children and otherwise annoying shopaholics that inhabited the insufferable district, Sice took it upon herself to endure the long train ride and got off at the next sector that seemed somewhere exciting. Of course, it was Sector 004.
After what seemed like an eternity, Sice stepped off of the train, legs wobbly from being unused for so long. She found herself locking eyes with a familiar face. She was too far for her to recognize the reaper’s presence and turned away. Sice had to satiate her curiosity, even if it meant approaching the young woman.
Her throat became dry soon after she spoke. Did Seven know of their fate? The fate that eluded Sice’s won memory? She knew Seven wouldn’t bullshit her. She didn’t think Jack would lie to her about being dead but there was something about how Seven spoke that would confirm the information.
Yet, what if she didn’t remember...? Would it truly be worth it to tell her of such a fate, especially since they were all so afraid of death? Fate was a finicky thing.
