Seventeenth Strike - [Action]
[Backdated to directly after this conversation.]
[After she had regained her Keycrest, and thus her soul, Presea had a lot to think about, a lot to swallow. After speaking with Kratos, she had only realized that it was too much, and she needed to get some air and be alone to think about it all. Now that her time was returned to her, she needed it more than ever.
However, being alone and thinking allowed her foggy and clouded memories to rush in easily. They were just bits and pieces right now, but they didn't feel like they were hers. What had she been doing for so long? And daddy...daddy was still sick and alone. Presea had to go back and check on him, had to make sure--
But she couldn't. Kratos said it was impossible to return. And then the wings... Presea remembered her body being experimented on before, and how much it hurt her before, so she wasn't keen on the idea of being changed even more. What had happened? Her head was pounding from trying to recall memories that weren't hers, and she held her head in pain.
Anyone outside near the plaza may see Presea huddled up by the fountain, in the shadows as the sun was just below the horizon. She didn't have her journal, since she left House 19 in a hurry, but she looked rather helpless the way she was, with her knees drawn up to her chin, and her face hidden by her arms and legs. Presea wasn't crying, though she wanted to. It was difficult even now, with her emotions returned to her, to feel enough to warrant tears. How long had she been like that? How long...]
There's...something wrong with me. [She whimpered, her voice softening to a whisper.] I-I want to go home... D-Daddy, Alicia, I--
[After she had regained her Keycrest, and thus her soul, Presea had a lot to think about, a lot to swallow. After speaking with Kratos, she had only realized that it was too much, and she needed to get some air and be alone to think about it all. Now that her time was returned to her, she needed it more than ever.
However, being alone and thinking allowed her foggy and clouded memories to rush in easily. They were just bits and pieces right now, but they didn't feel like they were hers. What had she been doing for so long? And daddy...daddy was still sick and alone. Presea had to go back and check on him, had to make sure--
But she couldn't. Kratos said it was impossible to return. And then the wings... Presea remembered her body being experimented on before, and how much it hurt her before, so she wasn't keen on the idea of being changed even more. What had happened? Her head was pounding from trying to recall memories that weren't hers, and she held her head in pain.
Anyone outside near the plaza may see Presea huddled up by the fountain, in the shadows as the sun was just below the horizon. She didn't have her journal, since she left House 19 in a hurry, but she looked rather helpless the way she was, with her knees drawn up to her chin, and her face hidden by her arms and legs. Presea wasn't crying, though she wanted to. It was difficult even now, with her emotions returned to her, to feel enough to warrant tears. How long had she been like that? How long...]
There's...something wrong with me. [She whimpered, her voice softening to a whisper.] I-I want to go home... D-Daddy, Alicia, I--