[Shoka glances at them sidelong. Why that question? Are they looking for a reason they might have been brought back so many times, too? Or are they just trying to make her feel better? Just curious? It's not like the Reapers' Game matters anymore.
She has to answer regardless; she's the one who wanted to talk, after all.
For the Higher Plane, the Game is for something else, but...]
For the Players... a second chance. The grand prize of the Reapers' Game is resurrection. Losing gets you erased for good, but if you win, you can go right back to being alive, just like nothing ever happened. But I didn't want that, so...
[So she can't say why she of all people was picked to be a Player, when she didn't even want her first chance.]
Guess I just played for the hell of it. It was fun enough, and I guess I did pretty well or something, 'cause I got to stick around with the departed instead. Help keep the Game going. [And then Shiba... And then Rindo...] But... To be honest, I would've been fine with being erased.
[She speaks plainly, frank and unemotional. None of this is a secret, and she's said it all before—but only to Rindo. Inwardly, it does feel strange—surreal, too vulnerable—telling it to Siffrin. Like exposing her throat for slicing; like letting her disguise slip. It isn't like her to be so forthcoming. She's oversharing and she barely knows them, really... And yet she's been in their memories, thoughts, feelings—and they've been in hers, too. They're hardly strangers now.
Anyway, she has to say all of this, because:]
... You know what I mean. I mean... you really know. Don't you?
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She has to answer regardless; she's the one who wanted to talk, after all.
For the Higher Plane, the Game is for something else, but...]
For the Players... a second chance. The grand prize of the Reapers' Game is resurrection. Losing gets you erased for good, but if you win, you can go right back to being alive, just like nothing ever happened. But I didn't want that, so...
[So she can't say why she of all people was picked to be a Player, when she didn't even want her first chance.]
Guess I just played for the hell of it. It was fun enough, and I guess I did pretty well or something, 'cause I got to stick around with the departed instead. Help keep the Game going. [And then Shiba... And then Rindo...] But... To be honest, I would've been fine with being erased.
[She speaks plainly, frank and unemotional. None of this is a secret, and she's said it all before—but only to Rindo. Inwardly, it does feel strange—surreal, too vulnerable—telling it to Siffrin. Like exposing her throat for slicing; like letting her disguise slip. It isn't like her to be so forthcoming. She's oversharing and she barely knows them, really... And yet she's been in their memories, thoughts, feelings—and they've been in hers, too. They're hardly strangers now.
Anyway, she has to say all of this, because:]
... You know what I mean. I mean... you really know. Don't you?