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Setsuna was about two steps to being out the door and ready to head down to the salle for some training when she stopped dead in her tracks. Her shoulders suck and she let out a sigh. That's right. No training today. No training for possibly another week, at the earliest. She looked down at her right arm and glared at the bandages, because it ( Read more... )

There were still...three days left in what was quite definitely the worst week of Setsuna's life, and she was quite intent to spend the rest of it in her room, until that graduation thing that she should probably go to. She sat on her bed, legs tucked up against her with her chin resting on her knees, moping. No, meditating. That was it. She ( Read more... )

It was the sort of day that Setsuna felt like she should maybe go out for a flight (what? It wouldn't require her to use her shoulder at all), but she couldn't find the motivation and ended up drawing the curtains closed. She settled on her bed and made an attempt to perhaps studying for the upcoming finals next week; she should at least try do do ( Read more... )

Staggering in through the door of her room, Setsuna threw her sachel into a corner and immediately crashed onto her bed. Her whole body ached. Even her insides seemed to ache and a tearless sob wrenched out of her the moment her face met her pillow. She breathed in deeply, if it carried within the scent of something comforting. She'd had...a ( Read more... )

Setsuna wished she didn't feel so tired; she tried to tell herself it was the lack of a regular routine of classes or maybe it had something to do with the weather. But she knew what it was. She was overstressed, still not quite recovering from all the plaguing thoughts of her true nature, worrying about Ami-chan and all the others. She was ( Read more... )