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Nobody had apologized.
People had said ‘It must have been awful, I wish it didn’t have to be so hard’. But not one person had genuinely said two simple words; I’m sorry.
Not even Neuvilette had approached her. To his credit, Furina was making no move to see him either- not when hiding in a small apartment was so much easier. It was quieter there, with no locals staring at a false Archon falling from grace like some kind of zoo animal.
Furina rolled over in her bed, resting on her back and staring at the ceiling. It’s fair that nobody would apologize, not after her deception. Not even her mirror self had appeared and truly explained what had happened. It was more like foggy memories that were too liquid to hold and put together. ‘Live for the both of us’, her reflection had said.
How could she truly live if she was stared at and ridiculed everywhere she went?
Picking idly at her sleeping clothes, the woman looked out of her window. It was still light out- the sun was just beginning to set over the horizon- and not a suitable time to sleep. All she ever did these days was sleep. It was a wonderful escape into the land of dreams, where she could be anybody she wanted without judgment. Where she could be herself.
There was a rumbling sound from Furina’s gut- she was hungry. The woman stared back up at her ceiling. Was it even worth getting out of bed to get food? It sounded like a lot of work, and it was so much easier to just lie here and drift back to sleep. I’ll eat later, she said to herself as she closed her eyes.
The Traveler only witnessed her sorrows because they wanted answers to the problem, not because they cared for her emotions.
Neuvilette was distraught by Focalors death, and Furina herself was just an afterthought.
No person from Spina de Rosula had consoled her after she put her hand into that burning bowl of Primordial water, ready to kill herself to keep the act going.
How many times had she contemplated killing herself while playing God? Five, maybe six, Furina figured. But she was so scared of death and damning her country to fall with her that she never did it. Now, there was no such weight.
Furina pushed herself on her side, facing away from the window and closed her eyes. If she didn’t wake up in the morning, she wouldn’t mind. Undoubtedly, nobody else would mind either.