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Sakura Tohsaka

はい、サクラです。( ` ω ´ ) 名前とクイックメッセージを共に残して、私はあなたに戻って。。。

... O-oh, right! English. Um... um, sorry, I forgot, I'm just--[beeeep]

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[ohrlyeh]

...Yes. The one with the horror movie?

[The one which Sakura hated so much that she destroyed the screen with an arrow. He lifts his head, a questioning look on his face. What is she bringing it up for?]

[Is it...something she knows?]

Why do you ask?

[imaginex]

[Ha. Haha. Horror movie. Well he's not exactly wrong and so Sakura almost laughs for it, but then doesn't, knowing that the sound will be broken if she tries.

She keeps her eyes (closed now) against her knees.]

I watch horror movies all the time, since I was a child.

[They're her lullabies and don't scare her anymore.]

That was something else.

[ohrlyeh]

[Then why was she scared? That doesn't make sense then. If she's familiar with them, why act that way? Why be so...drastic, in removing it from her sight?]

...Did it...remind you, of something?

[imaginex]

Yes.

[A pause. She wills her voice not to shake.]

Because it was my memory.

[ohrlyeh]

Your memory?

[That certainly makes him sit up straighter. His eyebrows furrow, unsure what to make of that confession. Her memory? Then the girl...the appearance of a monster...]

Was it something your past self witnessed? That...thing?

[imaginex]

I don't know.

[Maybe. That'd be the easy answer, yes? It could just be a horrific scene witnessed eons ago, and now retrospec has gifted her the trauma.

But she didn't bring this up to take the easy way out. Wetness gathers behind her closed eyelids and with her face hidden from Howard, she doesn't bother to push them back. So long as he can't see...]


... Maybe it was me.

[ohrlyeh]

...

[Oh.]

[Oh.]

So that...

[The arrow. The reaction. Why she's bringing it up now, after what he confessed.]

Hey, hey, Sakura. [He doesn't want to intrude on her personal space, but he still leans forward, attempting to try to reassure her without pressing forward, without making her uncomfortable.] I mean, even if it was you...

[A pause. He's realizing that this is exactly the situation he put her in not too long ago. She's a monster. Apparently. Probably. What is he supposed to say to that?]

I mean. I guess I can say is that...you're not alone. In this.

[Because I'm going through the same thing too.]

[imaginex]

[Honestly? She wishes she had the strength to apologize to him. What message is she conveying if she's falling to pieces like this, and over the same thing that Howard had confessed?

She'd meant what she'd said before -- to her, it doesn't matter what he is, because he'll always be Howard -- but as she sits there, sobbing quietly with her head still buried against her knees, she can't extend that same hand of kindness to herself.

Not when her past self might've ripped four people into ribbons.]

Thank you...

[Forcing the words out past a hiccup. She rubs her eyes against her skirt, trying to dry them.]

We won't turn into those things here, right...? So it's okay...

[ohrlyeh]

[There's a long moment of silence from him, before he finally shakes his head. This is not the time to be awkward over personal space.]

[Sakura needs him.]

[He shifts close, arms wrapping around her. His head rests against hers, his voice a low murmur:]

...Yeah. We won't, right? That won't happen.

[The sad thing is, he doesn't believe his own words. But he can try, for Sakura's sake. He can try to see a future where all of this doesn't have any impact on their lives, where they can keep going and nobody has to worry about a thing.]

I'm here for you. Despite what happens. No matter what happens...okay?