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ReportsWell, at least he had much to report back to Sphinx.
"What makes you so obsessed with money?" the man questions, cold gaze settling on her.
She stares at him blankly in return, amber at grey.
She doesn't know, really.
I guess it's because I have no purpose in life.
"It's what I can get," is her faked reply.
He scoffs, turning his head to look out the window.
He sets the teacup down.
"Then do pray tell, what can you not get?"
He looks back at her once more, meeting her gaze.
"... I don't really know, but hey, you want this magatama? Going real cheap. Just a couple thousand yen."
She nearly bites through her tongue after saying that.
Why is she saying that, anyway?
He wants to question it, but knows he shouldn't.
She hated it, that her own speech was bound, and she wasn't able to fully express herself.
He stares at the swirling leaves in the teacup. "Tell me, why do you keep saying that?"
He surprises himself with his tone, curious, like a chi
He tries to remember.
She sighs lightly.
"You remember who I am, right? Eisuke-kun?"
He looks away.
"No," he breathes.
He does not remember.
She hesitates. The next question she is instructed to ask would hurt.
If the answer was positive.
"Do you... remember Sister..?"
He picks up the tone in her voice. It trembles.
At least he hasn't forgotten how to lie.
He doesn't want to hurt anyone like this - without knowing the full story, without being able to remember everything.
"No," he murmurs again.
She exhales sharply. Relief creeps onto her features.
She was jealous, he could tell.
But again, he had no idea why.
He tries. He tries to remember.
Why he's sitting here with a cute daemon, why he can't recall so many memories.
Why he feels so much older when he barely feels fifteen.
Why, why, why.
But never once does he show that panic.
Her eyes flicker from the scroll to him.
She cannot bear to ask the next questions on the list.
"Catch me if you can..."
I tried to stay alive, you know.
But of course, life didn't agree.
Blocks, shit with HCI, that incident with RI - well they're still friends (at least).
I can't stand this.
She had planned it out well.
Drop hints to RGS, cut off ties with everyone else; she needed to get away from it all.
The torture called IP, overflowing SIAs, everything. Even the stigma and pressure she knew she'd have to face after EOYs.
「IP students have to be perfect. No failing, no nothing. One must excel.」
There was something off about the statement, she knew, but could never put her finger on it or voice it out - questioning how the education system worked (or tortured) was political and social suicide, after all.
Which she could not afford to commit.
But of course, a story like this would not interest, yes? Just another gi
a haiku poem - shardsa realisation
of herself, her world, of all
that had taken place
her life, or what was
left of the shards that were once
a beautiful one
a pain, so sinful
she could not bear to fight for
yet she still tried to
and then she met him
a charming, handsome young man
but it wasn't to be
she, pregnant and in despair
they had no happy ending
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