CHAPTER 5

[faentasy]

CHAPTER 5

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Almost half of the non-fairy population of Aira Niluc is gone.

Some may be feeling the absence of their fellow participants in this story. Others will stay focused on the wish they want to get. What never changes is that the story goes on, bringing you closer to the end -- and to another chapter. What will it bring this time?

Snow!

Snow as far as the eye can see, a cold blanket covering the new area. Some winter amenities are now available, ready for perusal! But that's not all there's to find: everyone also will find reminders of their homes, of people they know, of happier times.

Of their wishes.

Who will try to reach their wish this time?

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[ideismo]

A bit of a shame that the experience has to be in a place like this, really.

[This would probably nicer if someone weren't going to die here at some point.]

Did something happen? To require the bandages.

[amortristis]

[ Oh, someone is definitely dying out here at some point.

He asks about the bandages, and she kind of looks down at her hand with a hard to read look. She pauses for a moment. ]

Have you been having the strange visions in reflective surfaces, also?

[ It's kind of a rhetorical question, seeing as how things that affect one person seem to affect everyone, but. Who knows. She didn't have problems that most of the others seemed to have last week. ]

[ideismo]

I have.

[The response is immediate and unhesitating; he has nothing to hide, regarding it.]

It's generally been people I'll never see again. I'm not sure what that says about me.

[amortristis]

[ She pauses, and nods again. ]

It's the same for me, where sometimes it's glimpses of someone I'll never see again. Usually it's someone I've never actually met in person.

[ From the way she sounds talking about it, it's more the former than the latter that caused her to lose her cool for a split second. ]

[ideismo]

...Might I ask who it is? When it's the person you'll never see again.

[He's curious about the latter as well, but it's the former that seems to be giving her difficulty.]

[amortristis]

[ It takes her a second to respond, but she manages to keep her tone even when she does start talking. ]

Someone I loved. We were forced to remain apart. It's been a long time since I've seen him, so... I lost my temper when I did.

[ideismo]

...I can't imagine.

[But then, he's never had anyone he loved.]

Though I can understand the reaction, if nothing else.

[amortristis]

[ looks at his wednesday tl and nods ]

Were the people you've seen not ones you loved, then?

[ideismo]

No.

[...]

They were people that I've failed. People that have lost their lives because of me.

[amortristis]

I'm sorry to hear that. [ She means it, it's not just a platitude. ] I would think that's not easy to have to see again.

[ Well, she can, sort of. No one got killed because of her, though, so... ]

[ideismo]

They're encouraging. That's likely the hardest part about it - when people have died because of something you did, or something you didn't do, the last thing you want to see is them still wholeheartedly putting their faith in you. Trusting you to do right by them, wanting you to finish what you started together and what they're no longer alive to see through.

[...Yeah.]

You have my sympathies. For the one you love.

[amortristis]

Thank you. [ pauses. ] I think I understand what you mean by that. For all that it cost to get to where you are, the fact that they're able to seemingly be supportive despite what you feel or may have done is... it feels insulting, almost.

[ She can't even remember what he looks like, anymore, so he's always turned away. But she gets that same feeling as she does whenever she sees the other person and... she's not sure what to make of it. ]