You know...it's dumb, but one of the things that gives me a lot of courage is the way that Abbacchio wears open shirts even though he has that big scar. He's so brave about it, he doesn't care what anyone thinks and he doesn't let it stop him.
I think it'd be nice to be like that someday. To wear something with an open back just because I wanted to, not because of Cordis or anything. But I just...I just can't. I don't want to. It'll just upset people, and I don't want that.
Sometimes I think what bothers me most is that...it feels like when he killed me, he took away everything except that. I don't think anybody remembers me back home, except as Reimi the girl who was murdered. We're a pretty small town, and it was in all the papers. But that's one of the reasons why I don't always tell people. I'm not ashamed of being a ghost, or even of what happened. But I want to be more to people than just...that.
[She can guess exactly why he goes so quiet. She can guess all too well. And even though it's text, and there's no tone or inflection inherent in the text, there's still a definite change in mood between what she's said before and what she types next, separate from the last.]
I did it, Mista. I heard him get dragged to hell where he belongs. Right at the end, I took away the one thing he wanted most. And I don't regret it, and I'd do it again.
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I think it'd be nice to be like that someday. To wear something with an open back just because I wanted to, not because of Cordis or anything. But I just...I just can't. I don't want to. It'll just upset people, and I don't want that.
Sometimes I think what bothers me most is that...it feels like when he killed me, he took away everything except that. I don't think anybody remembers me back home, except as Reimi the girl who was murdered. We're a pretty small town, and it was in all the papers. But that's one of the reasons why I don't always tell people. I'm not ashamed of being a ghost, or even of what happened. But I want to be more to people than just...that.
[She can guess exactly why he goes so quiet. She can guess all too well. And even though it's text, and there's no tone or inflection inherent in the text, there's still a definite change in mood between what she's said before and what she types next, separate from the last.]
I did it, Mista.
I heard him get dragged to hell where he belongs.
Right at the end, I took away the one thing he wanted most.
And I don't regret it, and I'd do it again.