such words couldn’t be more fitting to describe his own experience, resonating with him in a way he didn’t think possible. this stranger, this ghost, in a way reminded him of himself in that aspect—nor here or there, watching as the world continues to spin with the two remaining the same. was it fair to compare a vampire, the living dead, to someone stuck in limbo? he couldn’t quite decide on it yet, but there was one thing he could say for certain, and that was that the two were restlessness in a way.
the vampire’s mind wandered to the past, remembering how his mother would tell him about heaven and how it was a place where the righteous went. to a child, hearing such thing didn’t hold much significance, but as an adult, he began to question whether this heaven was real, and whether t it was place or a state of being. if such thing was real, then there had to be reason why his… girl was still bound to this world when the life had long left those eyes. a lack of closure is the first thing to come to mind, having read thousands of books revolving around the dead.
this soul was stuck somewhere in between heaven & hell, and in a way, he could relate to that—to the uncertainty of if something was going to happen, the when and where that came with that thought. so close, yet so far.
“—you have been waiting for long, haven’t you?”
ㅤ ㅤ Being stuck for so many years on the boundary between two worlds gave Reimi some advantages. The fact that this man could see and talk to her made her think he was a Stand user, but there was something else. As if the threads that bound him to the earthly plane were corrupted, yet retained their strength — which made sense if he were a vampire. He might have been theoretically dead, but the victims' blood allowed his passage to be extended. An interesting but scary concept, since for someone to live others had to die. But wasn't the world always like this anyway?
ㅤ ㅤ These questions made her wonder why he was in this situation. Was it consensual? Did he choose to live forever? Or was he just another victim like her? Regardless of the answer, Reimi would risk saying that he was comfortable in his position. His aura expressed nothing but strength, not just physical but mental as well, it was almost impossible to move on without that after all. Living forever could drive anyone crazy — especially if there's no other option, as was her case. ❝ Fifteen years. ❞ Which explained the previous words, since she was just a teenager when she was murdered.
ㅤ ㅤ A piece of her soul was gone, but grudge and nonconformity trapped her in that place as the old ghost stories of her land told, condemning her to a meaningless existence as it was impossible to find a closure without help. ❝ The condition of my freedom is to find and punish my killer, but I don’t even know his face. ❞ Her heart ached, she felt the melancholy in her bones. A no-win situation, there wasn't even a clue to start the investigation. ❝ So another fifteen years awaits me, I guess... Even more. Maybe I’ll never rest in peace. ❞ Heaven was real, Reimi knew that — but she still was unworthy to walk through those golden gates. No one can attain eternal glory by having feelings of resentment in the chest.