Forty-eight serpents: because there are some things a girl can be sure of
[video]
[Anko's spent more time than one would think in bed, this last week. Upon waking she's her usual, cheerful, slightly manic self, but. Recovering from that nasty bug she caught last week, that's her excuse. But she doesn't look, when she turns the video on, like she's gotten much rest this whole time. Sitting on the edge of her bed, slumped body posture, bags under her eyes and, when she speaks, she just soundstotally worn out.]
I almost wish it were true. The whole crazy thing.
It would mean... I was back. Home. That I didn't have to--
[She drops her head, struggles to articulate why. Didn't have to feel bad for not protecting people, have to feel guilty for having these stupid, messy emotions, for letting herself get in this mess. She salvages a little dark humor from all this though.]
Heh, not I wouldn't have been sad to find out some of you were figments of my fucked-up imagination. But that's all it would've been. All of it.
That's how I know it isn't though. Wasn't. ...The Animus wouldn't be that kind.
[She straightens--not looking any less tired, but at least looking like she's got some kind of fire left in her still, which is an improvement.]
Anyway. I guess it's pretty officially the cold part of the year. Damn. Any of you idiots manage to do anything useful last week or were you all too busy dreaming?
[Anko's spent more time than one would think in bed, this last week. Upon waking she's her usual, cheerful, slightly manic self, but. Recovering from that nasty bug she caught last week, that's her excuse. But she doesn't look, when she turns the video on, like she's gotten much rest this whole time. Sitting on the edge of her bed, slumped body posture, bags under her eyes and, when she speaks, she just soundstotally worn out.]
I almost wish it were true. The whole crazy thing.
It would mean... I was back. Home. That I didn't have to--
[She drops her head, struggles to articulate why. Didn't have to feel bad for not protecting people, have to feel guilty for having these stupid, messy emotions, for letting herself get in this mess. She salvages a little dark humor from all this though.]
Heh, not I wouldn't have been sad to find out some of you were figments of my fucked-up imagination. But that's all it would've been. All of it.
That's how I know it isn't though. Wasn't. ...The Animus wouldn't be that kind.
[She straightens--not looking any less tired, but at least looking like she's got some kind of fire left in her still, which is an improvement.]
Anyway. I guess it's pretty officially the cold part of the year. Damn. Any of you idiots manage to do anything useful last week or were you all too busy dreaming?