HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN? since those mirror images faded from this world, much like how those of her kind were meant to do come their time. sealed into some distant space, remaining there until summoned for whatever reason---were they able to truly make it back, that is. sleeves all but cover the crimson x which scrawls itself across her upper arm, a symbol of the sin which she had committed. marked, like some beast awaiting slaughter, and for all she knew that would be the very punishment which she would meet when the consequences caught up to her fit of ire on that day. yet she hardly finds fear in something so possible, instead finding herself wandering the very streets that doppleganger once thought was home. there was no reasoning to dread the inevitable. after all, she was already someone destined for hell, meant to burn either by tangible flame or by metaphorical hatred.
what more could they ever do to her twisted existence?
thoughts drift aside from the topic before long, steps halting as she takes note of a familiar face. rider, she was, the purple-haired servant she met once before when their pasts came to haunt them. so she was pondering something, too, it seems, whatever it may be. briefly she wonders if it is something similar to her own mulling, allowing her own silence to settle amidst bustling streets before finally speaking up.
❝ ... what’s wrong? With your face? You look more depressed than usual. ❞ jalter, that’s hardly a way to start off a conversation with a fellow servant.