Again, he passes through her mind, but for a different reason. Having looked out her apartment window this afternoon, she could see some sort of chaos happening on one of the neighboring islands..and it was beginning to spread to the other islands, Ikaika surely to be included. He was..on one of those other islands..and he could likely be in danger. Though there seemed to be a large, protective dome pushing up from Makana island’s surface, there was no promising that he was inside, or that he was even on that island..

      Moving quickly, she grabbed her stash of knives, a pistol she’d recently bought, and a few extra clips of bullets, before running from her apartment to begin her search for him. Even if he wasn’t on this island, or any of the nearby islands, she’d search until she found him--hopefully before anything terrible happened. Making it out of her apartment building without running into any of the mechanical bats, she did her best to stick to areas where she could take cover if necessary, while still doing her best to move quickly.

      Turning a sharp corner, she almost yelps as she comes face to face with the boy she was searching for.

Now, he can see his own hands with recognition--suddenly, the scars cascading from the tips of his fingers and up to his arm make sense. The flashes in his memories are no longer foreign. It’s all there--the burning, the screams, the tears. The tears. The tears. 

Water should still be in his lungs instead of air. Tsukasa sits up suddenly with a cough, to convince himself otherwise that, while this aching is familiar once more, he is alive and it’s all there again. 

Tsukasa ignores the sleeping form next to him as he gets up. He pretends like there’s no one there at all, like a bar has been placed between himself and Hadyn. Now all the lies make sense. The lies make sense, and Tsukasa would rather believe in the world where he doesn’t remember a thing from before. Everything that happened to Solitude--Hadyn leaving him in misplaced martyrdom--the lies-- 

It’s funny how memories can create a world of their own, but right now, there is no such thing as a world where Tsukasa can accept any of this. 

So far, Light is learning people’s names fairly quickly, but he has yet to figure out who is actually human. Even some of the so-called humans have possession of otherworldly abilities, and that makes it somewhat tricky. Light is curious to know if Death Note would work on any of these superhumans and other creatures, but he’ll have  to save experimenting for a more appropriate time.  For now, one of his goals  is to get to know  his fellow residents. It’s advantageous for him to have a good reputation, and now starts the tedious task of socializing. 

      He may have won the game in the end, and he certainly did kill Ian quite a few times during the game, but that’s not stopping him from rushing forward to throw a punch at him. He was on good terms, until Ian got a little too competitive, and killed/incapacitated him and Serara multiple times.

“You know, I actually didn’t mind that you had adopted Serara, for a while--I didn’t even mind that you’d hurt Auntie, anymore, and were still somehow together with her..but now?! I don’t care if it was a game, or if it’s because you happen to be a competitive player, you hurt Serara.”

It should come as a surprise that there are other timelines, with other outcomes in the Nohrian conflict with Hoshido. It should come as a surprise, and it does, but what has Camilla captivated most of all is how there is a second Corrin--a brother, and a capable warrior in his own right, from what she has learned of him. 

Her brother. An even bigger family!