It was probably a foolish hope that she was going to be given enough time on her own to really find any semblance of order for all of the information she'd been given in the few hours since morning--still, with the new area 'nurse Anna' had shuffled her off to Tomoe kept clinging to that meager hope.
She had caught glimpses of Kenshin in the cafeteria, and even now in this 'game room' as Anna had called it. The part of her that was crying out for some semblance of normalcy wanted to approach and stay near him--but then all of those factors that broke said normalcy again.
There was no normalcy here, even where she hoped there would be. Her husband was not her husband. Fourteen years older. He had to be a different person in that much time. He had to have a new family in that time. He had to have a new life in general, one that had no business having a shadow such as herself thrust upon it--even in this place.
Still... he survived. That was the important part. That was all she cared about when she had acted. That was all that mattered: that he didn't die by the Yaminobu's hands. Whatever was happening now and no matter how many mistakes she had made then... that was all that really mattered.
Or at least she kept trying to tell herself that when her mind drew back to that in between trying to rationalize waking in the institution itself... and what it would become at night.
As she had each time she'd been dumped into a room, she tried to seek out a secluded corner, pausing momentarily to watch in a combination of muted awe and confusion at...
...
Well, in truth she had no idea what she was looking at. She could only assume it was some sort of Western technology (just like all of the other gadgets and machinery she'd caught glimpses of)--though despite that more... apparent explanation, she could only think that it was some kind of... enchanted mirror... After all, that was much more plausible than a box displaying thousands of still images in rapid succession via an electrical signal...
Tomoe gave her head an abrupt shake, tearing her eyes away from the television and continued moving, finally taking a seat in a corner, carefully hugging her arms, simply watching the room for the time being.
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She had caught glimpses of Kenshin in the cafeteria, and even now in this 'game room' as Anna had called it. The part of her that was crying out for some semblance of normalcy wanted to approach and stay near him--but then all of those factors that broke said normalcy again.
There was no normalcy here, even where she hoped there would be. Her husband was not her husband. Fourteen years older. He had to be a different person in that much time. He had to have a new family in that time. He had to have a new life in general, one that had no business having a shadow such as herself thrust upon it--even in this place.
Still... he survived. That was the important part. That was all she cared about when she had acted. That was all that mattered: that he didn't die by the Yaminobu's hands. Whatever was happening now and no matter how many mistakes she had made then... that was all that really mattered.
Or at least she kept trying to tell herself that when her mind drew back to that in between trying to rationalize waking in the institution itself... and what it would become at night.
As she had each time she'd been dumped into a room, she tried to seek out a secluded corner, pausing momentarily to watch in a combination of muted awe and confusion at...
...
Well, in truth she had no idea what she was looking at. She could only assume it was some sort of Western technology (just like all of the other gadgets and machinery she'd caught glimpses of)--though despite that more... apparent explanation, she could only think that it was some kind of... enchanted mirror... After all, that was much more plausible than a box displaying thousands of still images in rapid succession via an electrical signal...
Tomoe gave her head an abrupt shake, tearing her eyes away from the television and continued moving, finally taking a seat in a corner, carefully hugging her arms, simply watching the room for the time being.
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