It doesn't register, right away. She hadn't been focused really on what she was seeing in front of her at the train station. Art wouldn't listen and her life was literally slipping away and the last bit of control she had was ending it. Her choices had been taken away; to call suicide "control" was--
It was a sick joke, really. She'd have given anything to stay with the others, to protect them, to be able to see them again, and instead she had put that burden on Mika.
And now she's here, and there's someone else with her face but it's not one of the sisters that she knows. What the hell did it mean? More sick jokes piled on sick jokes? )
You tell me. ( Her voice is harsh, raw. ) Fix your eyeliner, how's that?
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It doesn't register, right away. She hadn't been focused really on what she was seeing in front of her at the train station. Art wouldn't listen and her life was literally slipping away and the last bit of control she had was ending it. Her choices had been taken away; to call suicide "control" was--
It was a sick joke, really. She'd have given anything to stay with the others, to protect them, to be able to see them again, and instead she had put that burden on Mika.
And now she's here, and there's someone else with her face but it's not one of the sisters that she knows. What the hell did it mean? More sick jokes piled on sick jokes? )
You tell me. ( Her voice is harsh, raw. ) Fix your eyeliner, how's that?