She's quiet at first. The thoughtful look on her face makes it clear she's trying to find an answer but she can't quite figure out how to express just what it'd been about the dream that'd left her feeling so...
Strange. Unsettled. Seen. Which was all kinds of ridiculous and self-centered at that — Mio was a child who'd been alone and scared and Ai was an adult, long past the part of her life where she was struggling with the same things Mio had been. Making that dream in any way about her would be...
But that was just it, wasn't it? It'd been a reminder of what it'd been to be Ai of B-Komachi, scared and angry and powerless and hating herself for being all that and worse. She'd been saved, she'd been able to change and find ways to start forgiving herself, but what if she hadn't? Who would she be then?
Ai-Doll lets out a slow, steady breath. ]
Angry.
[ Her voice is low and soft. ]
She felt like she was trapped and instead of helping her to get out, everybody just kept telling her it was her own fault. There was music and glass and mirrors everywhere and no matter where you went, something was broken. She wanted to break everything so badly, like she'd be able to get out that way.
[ Her stomach churns when she reminds herself that Ango's here now, too. Is that same poisonous anger fueling this dream? ]
Even so, according to all the reports I read... she didn't want to wake up.
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She's quiet at first. The thoughtful look on her face makes it clear she's trying to find an answer but she can't quite figure out how to express just what it'd been about the dream that'd left her feeling so...
Strange. Unsettled. Seen. Which was all kinds of ridiculous and self-centered at that — Mio was a child who'd been alone and scared and Ai was an adult, long past the part of her life where she was struggling with the same things Mio had been. Making that dream in any way about her would be...
But that was just it, wasn't it? It'd been a reminder of what it'd been to be Ai of B-Komachi, scared and angry and powerless and hating herself for being all that and worse. She'd been saved, she'd been able to change and find ways to start forgiving herself, but what if she hadn't? Who would she be then?
Ai-Doll lets out a slow, steady breath. ]
Angry.
[ Her voice is low and soft. ]
She felt like she was trapped and instead of helping her to get out, everybody just kept telling her it was her own fault. There was music and glass and mirrors everywhere and no matter where you went, something was broken. She wanted to break everything so badly, like she'd be able to get out that way.
[ Her stomach churns when she reminds herself that Ango's here now, too. Is that same poisonous anger fueling this dream? ]
Even so, according to all the reports I read... she didn't want to wake up.