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Her heart burns and tears at itself when she sees Rika screaming out for V.
She doesn’t understand, she does not wish to understand, but she does.
In the most intense way possible, her empathy flares up and she is left blind by the sheer emotion rushing throughout her at this.
At all of this.
She is so, very, tired and her heart will not give her the luxury of a break.
And so she runs away with V and Seven, all the while pretending her heart is not pulsing in raging anger—at herself—and pain.
V is so reliant on her.
So is Seven.
She knows everything about them, all there is to know, and there is nothing they know about her.
There are worse alternatives, she knows.
Her heart and soul are made of a mixture of the purest of light and the grey-est apathy in existence.
She spends most of her time as a rock for them.
They need it, she realizes this, and so she locks everything away and instead takes upon their emotions.
She files everything away until she feels like she’s going to burst.
But she feels like that regardless.
These endings, they never work for her.
Because she knows, innately, that she is selfish.
So, very, selfish.
There are resets after resets, and she does not bother with bad ends because she knows that they are no good.
Her empathy has always lent her an emotional sensitivity to atmospheric changes.
She pretends that she can love them, and sinks into her apathy when they shower her in love.
Love might be the one thing that she cannot emphasize in.
At times she is thankful for this, but other times she is resentful that she doesn’t have the capacity to return what is given to her.
The thing that makes her heart has her burn and tear herself for others—you are so much like your mother—and she is nothing but in pain when she looks upon the world.
She idly wonders if not for her compartmentalizing skills, she would’ve broken much before this.
—like her mother—