[ From the memory she jolts, slightly, her gaze blurred moments before as she tranced in on the sight to be held.
There is a feeling of success and great pride at what was to be done; she knows and understands what pride is, but finds herself unable to understand why this pride exists. It's strange, she knows it's not her feelings, and as she cycles back to who she is. Darkness brought to her from the memory, she blinks rapidly. Shaking her head and letting it peel away, ]
Backpack boy... Ghost-detecting abilities..? [ For a woman who lived her life mainly sheltered and cut off from society, let alone most media, she finds herself a bit confused. ] I don't have memories of dying, at least, not until just now - so then... [ More confused. ] Why would you do that to yourself?
cw: self harm ment
There is a feeling of success and great pride at what was to be done; she knows and understands what pride is, but finds herself unable to understand why this pride exists. It's strange, she knows it's not her feelings, and as she cycles back to who she is. Darkness brought to her from the memory, she blinks rapidly. Shaking her head and letting it peel away, ]
Backpack boy... Ghost-detecting abilities..? [ For a woman who lived her life mainly sheltered and cut off from society, let alone most media, she finds herself a bit confused. ] I don't have memories of dying, at least, not until just now - so then... [ More confused. ] Why would you do that to yourself?