Having no sympathy was not the same as having no comprehension. Why Hokuto had withdrawn, why she had no time for anything but her own grief… Yomi saw why. This place turned bearable pains into crushing burdens without seemingly any effort. Worse than life, this was a kind of damnation for some.
It was just boring to people-watch. Watching a cripple who was in silent suffering was that much worse.
But Yomi persevered, as she wasn’t about to put herself out to try and pull the girl out of her tearfully-gilded cage. Oh, rattling it’d be an easy thing--the whole scenario of Yomi and Hokuto in a room together was a bad joke waiting to happen--but ultimately unhelpful. She needed to boost herself out of this, not wipe out her possible stepping stones. So they sat, Yomi’s meal continuing to go untouched. Maybe there was something interesting in the battle the girl had mentioned--
And then all the breath went out of her, forced out by a weight that was no longer there.
Yomi’s eyes flew wide, and without thinking, she was on her feet, facing the wall nearest Kagura’s cell. Kagura. She knew it immediately, she knew it without needing to be told. Ever since the older, alien Kagura had shown up five nights before, she’d been carrying the threat of complete ruin with her, day in and day out. The kyuubi’s promise to devour the sesshouseki and her with it, its breath on the back of her neck. The kyuubi that lived inside Kagura. And now it was gone.
Gone.
Gone.
That meant… The sesshouseki was a hissing press of voices in her veins. No presence. No recognition. The pull towards its place of belonging was absent. Not dulled, not sealed, but gone utterly as suddenly as it had come on. That meant the body with it, too.
The Tsuchimiya Kagura she hadn’t known and hadn’t remembered was--
Re: F7
It was just boring to people-watch. Watching a cripple who was in silent suffering was that much worse.
But Yomi persevered, as she wasn’t about to put herself out to try and pull the girl out of her tearfully-gilded cage. Oh, rattling it’d be an easy thing--the whole scenario of Yomi and Hokuto in a room together was a bad joke waiting to happen--but ultimately unhelpful. She needed to boost herself out of this, not wipe out her possible stepping stones. So they sat, Yomi’s meal continuing to go untouched. Maybe there was something interesting in the battle the girl had mentioned--
And then all the breath went out of her, forced out by a weight that was no longer there.
Yomi’s eyes flew wide, and without thinking, she was on her feet, facing the wall nearest Kagura’s cell. Kagura. She knew it immediately, she knew it without needing to be told. Ever since the older, alien Kagura had shown up five nights before, she’d been carrying the threat of complete ruin with her, day in and day out. The kyuubi’s promise to devour the sesshouseki and her with it, its breath on the back of her neck. The kyuubi that lived inside Kagura. And now it was gone.
Gone.
Gone.
That meant… The sesshouseki was a hissing press of voices in her veins. No presence. No recognition. The pull towards its place of belonging was absent. Not dulled, not sealed, but gone utterly as suddenly as it had come on. That meant the body with it, too.
The Tsuchimiya Kagura she hadn’t known and hadn’t remembered was--