Her lips press together into a thin, hard line, which after a few moments in silent thought, curve further into a frown. The paper crumples again.
"I barely remember it," she mutters, but her tone is strained, her posture tenser than he had been before. Rem's eyes shut, and she inhales through her nose, then slowly breathes out.
No. That's a lie. The soul remembers. She may have forgotten the specifics, but she remembers the reasoning. The hows. The why. The grief, the strife. The desperation. The... hope. The hope that had twisted like barbed wire running through each great vessel of her heart that drove her, the fire that scorched her throat as she screamed. Then-- she recalls the relief that she, too, had finally been put to an end so that another revolution of their world could begin again. Because it was too late, it was over, and another spiral needed to begin.
...
Suddenly, she's back there, back then, back in that life, of red seas and skies bleeding over the land and stars falling and screams as her arbiters reaped across the land.
All at once, it overwhelms her. Rem's hand goes to her head.
This fox-god or Kuma Lisa or whoever is saying she sinned, when obviously, it wasn't just that. There were circumstances. There was war. Total war, the worst of it, destroying their continents, their seas, their skies. It was too much, it had to stop, she wanted peace, she wanted everything to start over--
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"I barely remember it," she mutters, but her tone is strained, her posture tenser than he had been before. Rem's eyes shut, and she inhales through her nose, then slowly breathes out.
No. That's a lie. The soul remembers. She may have forgotten the specifics, but she remembers the reasoning. The hows. The why. The grief, the strife. The desperation. The... hope. The hope that had twisted like barbed wire running through each great vessel of her heart that drove her, the fire that scorched her throat as she screamed. Then-- she recalls the relief that she, too, had finally been put to an end so that another revolution of their world could begin again. Because it was too late, it was over, and another spiral needed to begin.
...
Suddenly, she's back there, back then, back in that life, of red seas and skies bleeding over the land and stars falling and screams as her arbiters reaped across the land.
All at once, it overwhelms her. Rem's hand goes to her head.
This fox-god or Kuma Lisa or whoever is saying she sinned, when obviously, it wasn't just that. There were circumstances. There was war. Total war, the worst of it, destroying their continents, their seas, their skies. It was too much, it had to stop, she wanted peace, she wanted everything to start over--