repeatingfate: ([x] don't speak of tearing)
[ She had been in the library. That is what she remembers last. In the library, talking to Will and petting Diana. And then--

Nothing.

An abyss of absolute nothing. Dark and shine in tandem, and if she thinks about it, it's almost like....

Almost like a sea. A sea of worlds she knows too well.

A "reset" back to "start."

Emotions pummel her, and her mind blanks to nothing. Yes, she knows this... but something is different. There's no connection to her surroundings, even as the lowest participant. It's as if she's been reduced to an observer, and she doesn't know what that means.

She doesn't know what's going on at all. ]
repeatingfate: ([m] crumbled little wings)
[ Not real. Oh, god, it's funny at this point. So funny. Because every time things fell into place, things were ruined-- A perfect world demolished by Takano's machinations, and one last chance, one last time, and when everything reset, she was--

Here. A mental institute that said none of that was real. Oh, god, it was so funny. So funny that she screamed in their face outright, and despite being "such a little girl," she was sedated off the bat.

Yeah. So funny. ]

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