[well, once kano is finally taken away after an hour, elsa is ready to have a depression nap while everyone else has their lil moments with the soon-to-be-departed—and she's making her way slowly back to the inn.
surprisingly, she looks rather calm—albeit, decidedly aloof. if it wasn't for the pinch in her brow (or the fact that she spent an hour holding kano's arm), it would be hard to discern that she's even bothered at all.
so they probably bump into each other.]
...Alex.
surprisingly, she looks rather calm—albeit, decidedly aloof. if it wasn't for the pinch in her brow (or the fact that she spent an hour holding kano's arm), it would be hard to discern that she's even bothered at all.
so they probably bump into each other.]
...Alex.
I think he'd definitely prefer to be on his own. But I still...
[...]
Well, it's selfish, I suppose. I just want to show him I care.
[...]
Well, it's selfish, I suppose. I just want to show him I care.
I think he's going to hate this. And... not just because he'll die. But because of the way he'll be on full display.
[death is... intimate. or, at least, that's how she feels about it. and here they are, practically putting on a show for it. it felt grossly intrusive—and if that was how she felt, then shuuya must feel similarly.]
[death is... intimate. or, at least, that's how she feels about it. and here they are, practically putting on a show for it. it felt grossly intrusive—and if that was how she felt, then shuuya must feel similarly.]
I think I do push him. But he... doesn't seem to hate it. Maybe he wants someone to push him, once in a while—to be pushed to share things, on some level.
...Look at us, standing around, talking about him. He'd hate this, too. [sigh.] Won tells me you have a singing voice.
...Look at us, standing around, talking about him. He'd hate this, too. [sigh.] Won tells me you have a singing voice.
You do? That's wonderful.
I'd like to hear it, some time. I'm fond of singing myself.
I'd like to hear it, some time. I'm fond of singing myself.
Aha, Won caught me singing in the woods. [she beams in mutual embarrassment—but then her face falls] Although I... I'm afraid I've forgotten the song, since then.
Ah—yes. It was my Mother’s lullaby.
[...]
It was the first thing I lost. It’s funny how it keeps coming up.
[...]
It was the first thing I lost. It’s funny how it keeps coming up.
Oh, you don't know?
[...]
Isn't anything... missing?
[...]
Isn't anything... missing?
[...]
That... does sound awful. Comparably, I seem to be getting off rather lightly. I'm... just... forgetting people, I think?
That... does sound awful. Comparably, I seem to be getting off rather lightly. I'm... just... forgetting people, I think?
[she laughs, a little nervously.] See? At least I'm aware that people are... missing. Isn't that lucky?
[this is what she is saying.]
But... it's fine. I still remember the things that are important to me. I'm still... me.
[this is what she is saying.]
But... it's fine. I still remember the things that are important to me. I'm still... me.
Yes. As long as... as long as I am myself, and I don't forget that, I'm not afraid. I can be strong for myself, and for everyone else.
I'm... not afraid to die, either. If I need to.
I'm... not afraid to die, either. If I need to.


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