Her first instinct is to snarl, and snarl she does, teeth bared and snapping her head back with a wild look in her eye. Like an animal backed into a corner.
-- But she regains her senses quickly and pulls away from the hand as if ashamed, ears falling against her head. Ashamed.]
[but again, the world shifts. this time, to a land of pink flowers, grass, and trees. it's dark like the night, lit by the glow of nature, but there's an ethereal touch, as if in a realm not quite human.
it starts with a voice—kagachi's. "it's over, night devil."
and, ultimately, it ends with that of the woman's. "come on, soju. let's go home." then, everything fades.]
[Selfishly, she is glad that she is not the only person being forced to uncover old wounds.
Though she'd argue that Kagachi's is far more somber than hers, and weighs more heavily on the soul. She waits until the barrier falls around them before sighing and finally standing to her feet]
... I don't suppose we can both agree to forget what we saw?
[for better or for worse, the world will remember him. just as a bloody nightmare that haunted the past, reviled to the end for something "he" didn't do.]
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not a good day to be her or him.
Her first instinct is to snarl, and snarl she does, teeth bared and snapping her head back with a wild look in her eye. Like an animal backed into a corner.
-- But she regains her senses quickly and pulls away from the hand as if ashamed, ears falling against her head. Ashamed.]
... Forgive me.
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It is but a memory, and one I've long since put behind me. It's a disgrace for me to act this way.
cw: suicide imagery
[but again, the world shifts. this time, to a land of pink flowers, grass, and trees. it's dark like the night, lit by the glow of nature, but there's an ethereal touch, as if in a realm not quite human.
it starts with a voice—kagachi's. "it's over, night devil."
and, ultimately, it ends with that of the woman's. "come on, soju. let's go home." then, everything fades.]
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Though she'd argue that Kagachi's is far more somber than hers, and weighs more heavily on the soul. She waits until the barrier falls around them before sighing and finally standing to her feet]
... I don't suppose we can both agree to forget what we saw?
[...]
I hate sad fates more than anything.
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[if for her sake. he made peace with his decision (and while it was his first death, it wouldn't be his last), but it seems like she could use it.]
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[It probably sounds like a backhanded comment, but the sad look in her eyes shows that she means what she says.]
... Is that what you meant? When you said that there was no world for you to return to?
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he nods.]
I didn't stay dead then, since my soul was transported to the past. That future will no longer come to pass—I made sure of that.
[that future in which the world comes to an end. or, at least, at that moment.]
But it means that, for all intents and purposes, I don't exist. I haven't been born yet, and I wouldn't be surprised if I never will be.
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[...]
Though I suppose there is little comfort to take in that.
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[Apparently it is this that manages to get under her skin]
You're only truly dead if you are forgotten! Such things truly mean that little to you?
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... You asked once if I was human.
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[so tamamo wasn't necessarily wrong about him.]
But my soul is a different story. It's a piece sent out from a being that shouldn't exist. By that extension, neither should I.
I cut it down and, with that, fulfilled my purpose. So, fading into obscurity isn't exactly a tragedy.
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It's as if to say you have no reason to enjoy life because your purpose is finished.
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[he shrugs.]
I'll do everything I can to help the people here, as that's the purpose I've decided for myself. But once it's over, my soul needs to pass on.
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[still with residual anger in her voice, though she is quickly retreating back into a more thoughtful displeasure that has nothing to do with Kagachi]
And if I have my way, I don't plan for that to remain a constant.
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