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[ She's standing at the top of the hill.
She's only just recovered enough to be able to walk, and the first thing she did was make her way out of that stuffy room in the castle where Kaito and that other man live. A part of her has come to hate that room, in the time she spent there -- hurting, unable to move, being tended to. The worst injuries she'd ever received while rolling were a broken arm, a twisted ankle -- nothing like this. Nothing to render her so helpless, so completely dependent on others.
But it's over, now. She can move again; she doesn't need anyone, anymore. And she's standing at the top of the hill.
If she takes one step forward, she knows what will happen. She will roll down, the same way she always had, hitting all the sticks and the rocks and the bumps in the ground on her way down, and all of his carefully-made stitches will burst apart, reopening all the wounds from before, and all the blood in her body will seep through them, and what he had interrupted will finally be seen through to the end.
That's all she really ever wanted. One step, and she can have it.
The wind hits against her back, as if beckoning her.
And yet she's staring down at the slope, without moving an inch. ]
She's only just recovered enough to be able to walk, and the first thing she did was make her way out of that stuffy room in the castle where Kaito and that other man live. A part of her has come to hate that room, in the time she spent there -- hurting, unable to move, being tended to. The worst injuries she'd ever received while rolling were a broken arm, a twisted ankle -- nothing like this. Nothing to render her so helpless, so completely dependent on others.
But it's over, now. She can move again; she doesn't need anyone, anymore. And she's standing at the top of the hill.
If she takes one step forward, she knows what will happen. She will roll down, the same way she always had, hitting all the sticks and the rocks and the bumps in the ground on her way down, and all of his carefully-made stitches will burst apart, reopening all the wounds from before, and all the blood in her body will seep through them, and what he had interrupted will finally be seen through to the end.
That's all she really ever wanted. One step, and she can have it.
The wind hits against her back, as if beckoning her.
And yet she's staring down at the slope, without moving an inch. ]