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cartesianism2018-05-13 10:47 am
cartesio) wrote in cartesianism2018-05-13 10:47 am
March 31st - NOON
Week 0 - Epilogue
The day is bright, last night’s events seem like a bad dream. If it wasn’t for Lovepon and Mira’s absence, it’d seem like none of that ever happened.
But it did. The police agents milling around in the park and processing the crime scene are proof none of that was a dream or a hallucination. Twenty-two people were brought to Cartesio, and now there are twenty alive.
You’re alive right now and that’s what matters.
Looks like there won’t be any answers about why you’re here, or about how you got here. It’s not satisfying, but the Sergeant wasn’t forthcoming about anything. All there’s left to hope is that there won’t be any last minute surprises to be sprung up on you, and that in any moment the Sergeant comes out of the police station to tell you how you’ll be taken back home.
What’s taking him so long? Who knows. Why not to talk with your fellow participants one last time? It seems all the places you could go into are open right now and willing to give you service. Cartesio is your oyster right now. Go ahead!
But it did. The police agents milling around in the park and processing the crime scene are proof none of that was a dream or a hallucination. Twenty-two people were brought to Cartesio, and now there are twenty alive.
You’re alive right now and that’s what matters.
Looks like there won’t be any answers about why you’re here, or about how you got here. It’s not satisfying, but the Sergeant wasn’t forthcoming about anything. All there’s left to hope is that there won’t be any last minute surprises to be sprung up on you, and that in any moment the Sergeant comes out of the police station to tell you how you’ll be taken back home.
What’s taking him so long? Who knows. Why not to talk with your fellow participants one last time? It seems all the places you could go into are open right now and willing to give you service. Cartesio is your oyster right now. Go ahead!
cw: slight clear card spoilers
Those are words that Sakura's been telling herself today now that she's managed to catch her breath from it all. She couldn't take it. All of it. The murder, the execution... how they could have wound up voting for someone innocent. Her breath stilled and she couldn't bear to watch. None of it is fair.
They should have all been able to go home together. And now there's just twenty of them left.
You know, it's kind of funny, how things go. Not to mention what today's date is. The end of March. It's the day before Sakura's birthday. Ironic, isn't it, that this date will always leave a sour taste in her mouth and make her feel horrendously sick to her stomach. She doesn't even know if she can eat, much less do anything.
Even though she probably should avoid it, she's at one of the benches in the park -- head down but she's in tears. She hasn't cried at all since the murder and now she's just letting it all out, tears streaming down her cheeks, musing aloud to herself.]
Lovepon-san... and even Mira-san, who did horrible things... they both didn't deserve this. They didn't deserve to die. It's horrible, it's really horrible...!!
[And she hates it so much. She wishes that Syaoran were here to comfort her, but she's very much aware that it isn't going to happen.]
If only I was stronger, I would have been able to stop this. I'm sure of it.
[Maybe if she could turn back time, she'd be able to. But then she remembers the words that her mother said to her — and she shakes her head. She can't do something like that, can she?]
I don't want to be here anymore... I want to see Syaoran-kun again. I want everything to be alright again.
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waver watches her from afar for a while. he doesn't know what she's saying, but he has an inkling of an idea of what it could be. it's this that angers him the most, children had to see a dismembered corpse. then they had to watch someone else die in a death that was, although less bloody, equally gruesome.
he's never been good at comfort. he's calloused and awkward in all the wrong ways and he may just end up setting her off even more. after all, if he had been better...if he had been stronger... ]
My Lady.
[ in front of sakura, the lord speaks in a soft voice, just trying to get her attention. if she's angry, then he'd rather she project it to him than keep it to herself. he'd rather she blame him for his incompetence than blame herself. ]
May I sit with you?
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This is almost as bad as the time when everyone she knew lost their feelings of 'love'.
It's almost as bad as losing Syaoran forever and never seeing him again.
And it hurts.
But she finally looks up and realizes she's been crying and she forces herself to wipe her tears on her sleeve, trying her best to smile, but instead, her expression just seems torn.]
Sensei, I-
[She ducks her head and nods.]
It's... okay. You can.
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You don't have to hold it in because I'm here. Crying's alright. It's alright to feel sad.
[ and, while he won't hug her or anything like that, he will pat her head, ruffling her hair a little. ]
It's a sign that you have a good heart.
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[Sakura keeps herself quiet for a while before shaking her head. It's true that it might be fine to be sad and that she shouldn't have to hold back her tears, but she's so tired of being upset about everything that's happened here the last couple of days.
She doesn't want any more of it.]
I'll be okay. [It's more of a reassurance to herself than anything else, really.] I just... wish I could have done something more.