[Looking back on it, Sheba will wish that her reaction to the revelation hadn't been quite so... dramatic. She'd known, of course, that the only things that were really theirs had been their souls; February had taught her that. But there was a difference between knowing that in theory and in seeing the proof of it firsthand.
She doesn't even look like herself anymore... She's known since February that her body wasn't really hers, but this...]
No... no...
[She's crouched down on a staircase, clutching at her head and trying to block it all out now that her surroundings are lit by the eerie red lights. She doesn't even know what floor she's on - she'd run out into the darkness and had taken the stairs after being startled into consciousness by the screaming of the chips, and by now she's lost track of how many floors down she's traveled. It feels like she's been going for ages, but she can't trust anything she perceives here now, can she? How long had she gone believing everything she'd seen was real even when it had all been a lie?
But maybe...]
This has to be a lie too... a trick... something... s-someone..!
[In spite of everything - what she's been through in Weyard, what she's been through here - she's just a fifteen-year-old girl, and there's only so much she can take. She's never been more painfully aware of that fact than she is right now.]
Open | Warning for general event stuff, trauma, and whatever else may develop
[Looking back on it, Sheba will wish that her reaction to the revelation hadn't been quite so... dramatic. She'd known, of course, that the only things that were really theirs had been their souls; February had taught her that. But there was a difference between knowing that in theory and in seeing the proof of it firsthand.
She doesn't even look like herself anymore... She's known since February that her body wasn't really hers, but this...]
No... no...
[She's crouched down on a staircase, clutching at her head and trying to block it all out now that her surroundings are lit by the eerie red lights. She doesn't even know what floor she's on - she'd run out into the darkness and had taken the stairs after being startled into consciousness by the screaming of the chips, and by now she's lost track of how many floors down she's traveled. It feels like she's been going for ages, but she can't trust anything she perceives here now, can she? How long had she gone believing everything she'd seen was real even when it had all been a lie?
But maybe...]
This has to be a lie too... a trick... something... s-someone..!
[In spite of everything - what she's been through in Weyard, what she's been through here - she's just a fifteen-year-old girl, and there's only so much she can take. She's never been more painfully aware of that fact than she is right now.]