Momo awoke with her right shoulder once again in a sling instead of bound by torn sheets as it had been left the previous night. Again, it brought to question why their captors bothered to tend to their injuries at all if they were only going to let them continue to get injured each night. She hid her katana and her uniform again and turned look at the other side of the room. Did Hellsing-san return? It seemed like someone had been occupying the other half of the room. She didn't have much time to ponder it as the nurse came in.
Honoring the shinigami's request for the bathroom, Momo allowed the gigai to perform its necessary functions and checked out the state of her face in the mirror. The broken blood vessels that had snaked down the left side of her face were barely visible and she could actually detect her pupil in the bloody red color of her left eye. In fact, she could see a little better. At least she seemed to be healing naturally alright, though it didn't say much for her shoulder. She was still going to be offduty tonight.
Thanks her shoulder, the nurse had to help her get her breakfast. At least the nurse had cut her apple into pieces for her. Her seat chosen by the nurse, Momo sat down as she noticed both Rinali and Allen elsewhere in the cafeteria. Suddenly, she remembered the previous night and her actions. She felt horrible. How could she have done that to a human that distraught already? Had she honestly lost her ability for compassion?
She'd done the wrong thing last night, she knew this, and wished she could blame it on Aizen visiting her. She wished she could, but just as with Hitsugaya and the mess in Seireritei, she made the decision herself and would not let someone else take responsibility for the things she'd done.
And yet, she couldn't think of what she should have done. At the time, it made sense. Even now, it kind of made sense; she just knew there had to have been a better way. She was turning into such a failure, unworthy of holding her station as vice captain. What had happened to her?
"Hello," the shinigami finally said to the woman by her, glancing up momentarily before returning her gaze, like a kicked puppy, to her tray of food. She wondered if it would even taste good.
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Honoring the shinigami's request for the bathroom, Momo allowed the gigai to perform its necessary functions and checked out the state of her face in the mirror. The broken blood vessels that had snaked down the left side of her face were barely visible and she could actually detect her pupil in the bloody red color of her left eye. In fact, she could see a little better. At least she seemed to be healing naturally alright, though it didn't say much for her shoulder. She was still going to be offduty tonight.
Thanks her shoulder, the nurse had to help her get her breakfast. At least the nurse had cut her apple into pieces for her. Her seat chosen by the nurse, Momo sat down as she noticed both Rinali and Allen elsewhere in the cafeteria. Suddenly, she remembered the previous night and her actions. She felt horrible. How could she have done that to a human that distraught already? Had she honestly lost her ability for compassion?
She'd done the wrong thing last night, she knew this, and wished she could blame it on Aizen visiting her. She wished she could, but just as with Hitsugaya and the mess in Seireritei, she made the decision herself and would not let someone else take responsibility for the things she'd done.
And yet, she couldn't think of what she should have done. At the time, it made sense. Even now, it kind of made sense; she just knew there had to have been a better way. She was turning into such a failure, unworthy of holding her station as vice captain. What had happened to her?
"Hello," the shinigami finally said to the woman by her, glancing up momentarily before returning her gaze, like a kicked puppy, to her tray of food. She wondered if it would even taste good.