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She smiles amidst a shattered world.
Dust rains from the sky to settle in bright pink hair - as brilliant as she once shone, as brilliant as she once dreamed to be. Around her, the dead pile high, clogging the streets of Towa City with their nauseating smell.
She cries, then.
She cries for Masaru, Jataro, and for Nagisa, still stuck in the demon's den. She cries for the dead, those who died at her hand, and those who died thanks to her hand.
She cries for her lost innocence.
The last hits hardest, sparkle sparkle sparkle filling her mind, tainting her subconscious with the dreaded word.
Sparkle.
She's tired of sparkling. Tired of being the same, normal, sparkling star that the world wants to see. Tired of all of them, tainting the world, the word with their filth.
She is so... damn... sick... of all of it.
A drop of water falls onto her head and she tips her face to the sky, smiling.
The sky is breaking to match Kotoko Utsugi.