Sacrificing yourself never matters in the end.

[secretcharm]

Characters: Yuka and you!
Setting: All around the tower; Floor 45
Format: I'll follow you!
Summary: Event catch-all
Warnings: Mentions of incest, crying little girls.
A August 13; Around the tower

"Y-Yuka's sorry...Yuka's sorry..." This is something a lot of people will probably hear today. The little girl who keeps almost chanting it wanders the tower, looking for some reprieve from the shadow on her tail that's just as tall as she is. She hides in corners and small rooms, ducks into the elevator (though regrets that long ride of angry whispers just minutes after it starts), goes wherever she can that may help drown it out. Beyond her quiet, pleading words, a bell can be heard from the little girl. This is because she's clutching one in her hands, letting it hang from a string so it can ring freely as she moves.

It seems as though she's already cried herself dry, eyes pink and cheeks stained with dry tears. No surprised from this little girl, but when someone you love dearly is whispering angrily into your ears, you probably can't help it...

B August 15; Floor 45

By now the whispering's worse, turned into loud barking almost. And while before it was just talking about leaving them all, well...what the shadow is saying is worse too. She's found a wall to curl up against halfway or so through the tower, and the creatures crawling on the windows she's long since learned can't come in. They make better company than her shadow brother at this point.

I thought you loved me! I thought you cared about me! You said you loved me, Yuka! Liar!

"Y-Yuka's not a liar," comes a hiccup'd response, but the shadow continues. You're just a liar. You never loved me. You wouldn't have let them save you if you did. You wouldn't have left your brother behind if you did. You left us all behind! Mom, dad, me, our friends...

"Yuka didn't mean to!" It didn't matter what she said though. The accusations continued. She died because she knew she'd be saved, didn't she? If she hadn't gotten in the way, it could have been him that was alive still. Their friends that died are there, aren't they? He could have been with them!

But you had to 'save' me. You don't love me. You hate me, don't you? Well I hate you too!

"N-niisaaan..." Despite being out of tears, despite being so, so tired, she wails anyway and the color in her collar drains a little more.

Comments

[sacrament_of_blood]

"This tower is truly full of irritating trickery," Merciless gave something like a sigh. If only those were problems she could simply rend apart with her hands.

[secretcharm]

"Irritating?" Looking from Merciless to the creatures on the window, she has to wonder why they're irritating. "Isn't it better that they can't get in?"

[sacrament_of_blood]

"In the case that they came in, I could..." She stops, recalling the unkillable creatures she'd already nearly died to.

"If they are creatures that die, I could rend them apart. I could make their bodies into monuments to the sacred and glorious nature of death."

[secretcharm]

"Oh..." Glancing back at the creatures, part of her is kind of glad they can't come in for another reason now. Because even if they are monsters, she's not sure she'd want to see them be killed. That's a little upsetting...

"Sacred nature of death?" Wasn't death just death? What's this 'nature' of death...?

[sacrament_of_blood]

"It is a blessing. It releases us into the embrace of our gods and our family that has gone before us."

[secretcharm]

"Oh." Being dead, that doesn't mean a whole lot to her. Heck, she died before even her parents.

"I don't know if that can happen here though..."

[sacrament_of_blood]

"What do you mean by saying that?"

[secretcharm]

"Well...well nobody...really stays dead. That's what Yuka's heard." She looks back at the crawling things on the windows. "And all our family is back home. On our worlds. And we can't go back there...everyone is trying really hard to figure out how we can! But no one's figured it out all the way yet..."

[sacrament_of_blood]

"They can even defile death itself?"

That was completely unbelievable, but then, she already had seen many impossible sights in a single exploratory tour of the tower. But the implications...

"Are we even alive if the valley of death does not hold us?"

[secretcharm]

"Um...I don't know." She looks down a moment, then back up at her. "I don't know if we're alive because these aren't our bodies I guess. We're just this...wire frame thing."

[sacrament_of_blood]

The wire frames. As in the outlines she'd seen now and then? But it was just one of many strangenesses about the tower, so she'd bee rather preoccupied..

"Truly, is this a tower of illusions?" she says as she stares meditatively at her own arms.