[ "Won't you take revenge for me? Just drive that knife into her back. Go on. I know you can do it, Clarith."
The voice is a mockery of Mikaela's. Tempting her, with that glinting knife with the golden hilt, to murder a girl sobbing on the beach. She holds a bottle, setting it adrift in the waves.
"If you don't kill her before the bottle disappears, you'll die."
Clarith raises the knife, racked with anger and pain. This girl took everything from her. Everything. And Mikaela wants revenge. She wants nothing more than to end this girl's life. She's about to bring the knife down on the girl, when a boy is suddenly there, smiling sadly down on the girl, before flashing Clarith the same look. Surprised and lost, Clarith looks to Mikaela for help, the demon wearing her friend's face screeching at her to just do it already. Rin turns to her, and accepts her fate, saying she deserves nothing else. There's quiet begging, to just give her the punishment she deserves. Clarith raises the knife again, and--
Eyes fly open early in the morning. She'd returned to Room 1 for the night, because she didn't know what memories would come. She recalls her autobiography as she sits in the dark. She... Understands, she thinks. A lot better now. So she'll get up out of bed. And she'll go for a walk. She needs to clear her head a bit. She won't go to the garden this morning. Not yet. Instead, she stops in the foyer. ]
...PAL? ...I know you can hear me. You don't have to answer. ...I recalled something you said... That day you gave the first motive. About how a computer could only take so much. ...I... Think I understand a little. Just how much being treated horrible can hurt. You want to lash out. You want to make people pay. And I know... A few of us didn't treat you well, either. ...I'm sorry for that. I really am. I can't... Take back what they said. I can only speak to you myself.
[ She draws the shawl from her Yatski outfit over her tighter. This is... Where is she even going with this. ]
...Tonight, I remembered something. I remembered that I almost killed someone, like I almost killed Mai in the first trial. I was so full of hatred and anger and despair... And this girl had... Taken everything from me. She'd razed my village, committed genocide upon my home country, and... And had the woman I loved murdered. I know that... From the autobiography I read. I can... Put things together enough to know.
[ ...It hurts. Thinking on the sheer pain in those memories of last night. ]
...But... I didn't. I refused to hate any more. I saw how lonely and full of pain she was, too. How lost she was, and she even... Even begged me, quietly, to kill her. But I... Don't think that's what was right. So I forgave her. ...You have... Caused us much pain, PAL. But... I forgive you, too. Because I can't hate anymore. It's tiring. I'm tired of being like that. And I know I can't do much for you, but... If you ever... Need someone just to talk to... Simply to talk to... I am here.
[ ...She'll linger for a bit, then bow. If he responds, she'll stick around. Regardless, her next stop is to go sit out in the garden. She won't tend the memorials just yet, but she'll just rest here until the kitchen opens, which is when she'll go make herself a simple breakfast. After she eats, she'll go explore the new floor and be generally in a rather serene mood. ]
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The voice is a mockery of Mikaela's. Tempting her, with that glinting knife with the golden hilt, to murder a girl sobbing on the beach. She holds a bottle, setting it adrift in the waves.
"If you don't kill her before the bottle disappears, you'll die."
Clarith raises the knife, racked with anger and pain. This girl took everything from her. Everything. And Mikaela wants revenge. She wants nothing more than to end this girl's life. She's about to bring the knife down on the girl, when a boy is suddenly there, smiling sadly down on the girl, before flashing Clarith the same look. Surprised and lost, Clarith looks to Mikaela for help, the demon wearing her friend's face screeching at her to just do it already. Rin turns to her, and accepts her fate, saying she deserves nothing else. There's quiet begging, to just give her the punishment she deserves. Clarith raises the knife again, and--
Eyes fly open early in the morning. She'd returned to Room 1 for the night, because she didn't know what memories would come. She recalls her autobiography as she sits in the dark. She... Understands, she thinks. A lot better now. So she'll get up out of bed. And she'll go for a walk. She needs to clear her head a bit. She won't go to the garden this morning. Not yet. Instead, she stops in the foyer. ]
...PAL? ...I know you can hear me. You don't have to answer. ...I recalled something you said... That day you gave the first motive. About how a computer could only take so much. ...I... Think I understand a little. Just how much being treated horrible can hurt. You want to lash out. You want to make people pay. And I know... A few of us didn't treat you well, either. ...I'm sorry for that. I really am. I can't... Take back what they said. I can only speak to you myself.
[ She draws the shawl from her Yatski outfit over her tighter. This is... Where is she even going with this. ]
...Tonight, I remembered something. I remembered that I almost killed someone, like I almost killed Mai in the first trial. I was so full of hatred and anger and despair... And this girl had... Taken everything from me. She'd razed my village, committed genocide upon my home country, and... And had the woman I loved murdered. I know that... From the autobiography I read. I can... Put things together enough to know.
[ ...It hurts. Thinking on the sheer pain in those memories of last night. ]
...But... I didn't. I refused to hate any more. I saw how lonely and full of pain she was, too. How lost she was, and she even... Even begged me, quietly, to kill her. But I... Don't think that's what was right. So I forgave her. ...You have... Caused us much pain, PAL. But... I forgive you, too. Because I can't hate anymore. It's tiring. I'm tired of being like that. And I know I can't do much for you, but... If you ever... Need someone just to talk to... Simply to talk to... I am here.
[ ...She'll linger for a bit, then bow. If he responds, she'll stick around. Regardless, her next stop is to go sit out in the garden. She won't tend the memorials just yet, but she'll just rest here until the kitchen opens, which is when she'll go make herself a simple breakfast. After she eats, she'll go explore the new floor and be generally in a rather serene mood. ]