Shirou... Senpai... he had vowed to be a hero for Sakura, to stay by her side no matter what, to forgive and to punish her even if she was bad, to come to her no matter what happened, to be the Hero of Justice for Sakura; but where -- where is Shirou? And Rin, Tohsaka-senpai, Nee-san, her sister, had she not come to kill save Sakura? Her sister had spoken words of encouragement, telling Sakura she was not powerless anymore, but that was long ago, and then, now, everything has turned out this way once again, hasn't it? Where are they now?
Again, again, again, Sakura is abandoned by those she loves most. Again, they, even Senpai now, are nowhere to be found...
Somewhere, distantly, perhaps she remembers her vow to do her best in this newfound city, and to live in a way that would make the both of them proud of her, honoring her precious memories, but that... that may as well be another life, another person. Now, once again, all Sakura Matou knows is anguish. The memories rear to the surface: all that she has endured for years. Like fresh wounds, and that, her pain and her losses... these are all she can contemplate.
She's out in the streets -- walking, swaying from side to side as though in a stupor. Again, she feels everything inside of her beginning to boil to the surface. She feels that inside of her, as if waiting to be born, reaching and clawing its way out. ]
I... see...
[ Again, it's happening again. Just as it did that time. What she saw in her dreams, what she is, the shadows and the whispers.
The ribbons, the tendrils, black and red, start to appear, to unfold, to spill out. There's a part of Sakura, deep inside, still clinging on, thinking/saying, no, this can't be, that isn't here, it isn't here, and thus there's no way this can be happening here. It must be a dream, or perhaps a nightmare -- but the darkness, the black and the red, still spreads out. ]
You shouldn't come any closer.
[ She just may not be able to control what comes next. Not now. It's the same again, but not the same. Different. That mindset, and she cannot necessarily stop, or control, what that Shadow is doing. And it is a Shadow: a great darkness which spreads like red-lit black fire, whorls of it, around Sakura, as she tries to make her way through the streets. ]
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Shirou... Senpai... he had vowed to be a hero for Sakura, to stay by her side no matter what, to forgive and to punish her even if she was bad, to come to her no matter what happened, to be the Hero of Justice for Sakura; but where -- where is Shirou? And Rin, Tohsaka-senpai, Nee-san, her sister, had she not come to
killsave Sakura? Her sister had spoken words of encouragement, telling Sakura she was not powerless anymore, but that was long ago, and then, now, everything has turned out this way once again, hasn't it? Where are they now?Again, again, again, Sakura is abandoned by those she loves most. Again, they, even Senpai now, are nowhere to be found...
Somewhere, distantly, perhaps she remembers her vow to do her best in this newfound city, and to live in a way that would make the both of them proud of her, honoring her precious memories, but that... that may as well be another life, another person. Now, once again, all Sakura Matou knows is anguish. The memories rear to the surface: all that she has endured for years. Like fresh wounds, and that, her pain and her losses... these are all she can contemplate.
She's out in the streets -- walking, swaying from side to side as though in a stupor. Again, she feels everything inside of her beginning to boil to the surface. She feels that inside of her, as if waiting to be born, reaching and clawing its way out. ]
I... see...
[ Again, it's happening again. Just as it did that time. What she saw in her dreams, what she is, the shadows and the whispers.
The ribbons, the tendrils, black and red, start to appear, to unfold, to spill out. There's a part of Sakura, deep inside, still clinging on, thinking/saying, no, this can't be, that isn't here, it isn't here, and thus there's no way this can be happening here. It must be a dream, or perhaps a nightmare -- but the darkness, the black and the red, still spreads out. ]
You shouldn't come any closer.
[ She just may not be able to control what comes next. Not now. It's the same again, but not the same. Different. That mindset, and she cannot necessarily stop, or control, what that Shadow is doing. And it is a Shadow: a great darkness which spreads like red-lit black fire, whorls of it, around Sakura, as she tries to make her way through the streets. ]