San. Most common honorific utilized in Japanese speech. Never used in self-reference. River soaked up the information like a sponge, filing into the bottomless pit that was her mind. It was a sub-conscious action, and she hadn't meant to steal.
Following along beside Homura, River was quiet, her footsteps falling silently on the ground. She knew how to walk in dreams, and she knew never to make a sound. It was the act of feet falling just so that was to be perfected, and they would know her in time. She could hear them even as they walked. Kitchen. Destination.
Brown eyes fell upon Raine. Worst nightmare. Fear she wouldn't admit to but could never deny. Half-breed. The term earned recognition from Homura's mind as well. Heresy. From Raine again. Cattle. The images and memories she found there were all too familiar. The tragedy... So many all at once.
River didn't realized she'd been walking with eyes closed until they opened, and she saw physical reality, if anything in Landels could be referred to as such.
"You're worried about your brother. Scared. Don't know if he'll be alright without you. It's just like you always feared. You ran for so long... Only to be caught by something else," River began quietly, the words spilling out. Only so much could be contained. Only so much and so little. All at once. Storms. "You're faking calm. Not whole. Only half and then half again."
She didn't realize she was closing her eyes again, trying in vain to stop it from coming against her will. Now wasn't the time. Now wasn't the time.
"Called it a heresy, but it wasn't his fault that he loved her. It was only his fault that she loved him back, and they killed her for it." Who that happened to be directed toward was not revealed.
River heard the words coming out of her mouth, and her forehead crinkled as she reached up to clutch her head, as though holding onto it would keep the words from coming forth.
"I have to walk. I have to keep walking," she mumbled to herself, fighting what could not be controlled. Simon. Someone. Someone. Comfort. She couldn't do this right now. "The basic laws of reality fractured, split. At least 54 metaphoric parallels. Nature contradicts itself."
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Following along beside Homura, River was quiet, her footsteps falling silently on the ground. She knew how to walk in dreams, and she knew never to make a sound. It was the act of feet falling just so that was to be perfected, and they would know her in time. She could hear them even as they walked. Kitchen. Destination.
Brown eyes fell upon Raine. Worst nightmare. Fear she wouldn't admit to but could never deny. Half-breed. The term earned recognition from Homura's mind as well. Heresy. From Raine again. Cattle. The images and memories she found there were all too familiar. The tragedy... So many all at once.
River didn't realized she'd been walking with eyes closed until they opened, and she saw physical reality, if anything in Landels could be referred to as such.
"You're worried about your brother. Scared. Don't know if he'll be alright without you. It's just like you always feared. You ran for so long... Only to be caught by something else," River began quietly, the words spilling out. Only so much could be contained. Only so much and so little. All at once. Storms. "You're faking calm. Not whole. Only half and then half again."
She didn't realize she was closing her eyes again, trying in vain to stop it from coming against her will. Now wasn't the time. Now wasn't the time.
"Called it a heresy, but it wasn't his fault that he loved her. It was only his fault that she loved him back, and they killed her for it." Who that happened to be directed toward was not revealed.
River heard the words coming out of her mouth, and her forehead crinkled as she reached up to clutch her head, as though holding onto it would keep the words from coming forth.
"I have to walk. I have to keep walking," she mumbled to herself, fighting what could not be controlled. Simon. Someone. Someone. Comfort. She couldn't do this right now. "The basic laws of reality fractured, split. At least 54 metaphoric parallels. Nature contradicts itself."