[Ichirin is sitting by the wall, holding her head in her hands. She saw everything, was aware of everything. She couldn't feel it, but that almost made it worse, like it had never happened, and it was all just a dream, and maybe, just maybe if she pinched herself she'd wake up.
But no.
There's no waking up from this.
She lifts her head and scans the room, just once, before putting her head back in her hands and shuddering. She's already starting to feel the effects of her surgery - after a few moments, she looks up again, eyes darting nervously back and forth between a few people.
A great misery wells up inside her as she again forces her gaze toward the floor. She writes it off as despair over the situation, at first. She'll soon discover it's so much more than that.]
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But no.
There's no waking up from this.
She lifts her head and scans the room, just once, before putting her head back in her hands and shuddering. She's already starting to feel the effects of her surgery - after a few moments, she looks up again, eyes darting nervously back and forth between a few people.
A great misery wells up inside her as she again forces her gaze toward the floor. She writes it off as despair over the situation, at first. She'll soon discover it's so much more than that.]