11th Memory [Voice/Action][Future-dated to tomorrow]
[Sayo returns from the tunnels, and it's like a welled up pressure in her chest finally dissipates into something more manageable-to go from a battlefield of bodies to a clean, cold forest that takes the air right out of her... she almost feels detached from reality, for the return home. Nothing left physically but a bandaged arm. A stitched up cut that was nothing compared to what a lot of people had to deal with there.]
[Voice]
It feels good to return... Has everyone here been doing well?
...Ah... Nami-san, can I speak with you? When you're feeling up to it.
[It's strange. So much is missing, and she's completely aware of it, right now. She remembers bits and pieces of each day. Very small bits and pieces. Speaking to some in the room. Tending to people in the medical tent. Nami's getting hurt, and her fear at that moment. Archie and Jack. Moro. She remembers only these fleeting moments from these days, while the mushi busied itself devouring so much else; she was terrified she'd lose what she'd gained in Luceti.
One thing was for sure. She was exhausted. And... unable to sleep, even still. Her eyes are rimmed with gray crescents, but... how do you even try to rest after that? The only thing to do is go to work and try to pretend it was all okay now. She'd forgotten most of the drinks and dinners again, but she'll try regardless to get them to each table without delay. But the truth is, she can't focus on anything but the memories she did manage to keep. When they say things can haunt you, they mean it, because it trails after her like a wisp of dark smoke at her shoulders.
She goes shopping and unknowingly finds she doesn't know the newer fruit and vegetables she'd learned prior. And then she returns home and sits on the couch to cry a little bit-and yet, terrify herself with not knowing why her eyes were leaking. She makes herself something simple, and leaves it uneaten on the counter (Kaji's is still made, same as usual).
And she starts weaving far too early on in the day, not stopping for a moment. 4 hours... 7 hours... 10, 15-and then she slowly leans against the loom and falls asleep for no more than a minute.
And wakes up with a violent start.]
[Voice]
It feels good to return... Has everyone here been doing well?
...Ah... Nami-san, can I speak with you? When you're feeling up to it.
[It's strange. So much is missing, and she's completely aware of it, right now. She remembers bits and pieces of each day. Very small bits and pieces. Speaking to some in the room. Tending to people in the medical tent. Nami's getting hurt, and her fear at that moment. Archie and Jack. Moro. She remembers only these fleeting moments from these days, while the mushi busied itself devouring so much else; she was terrified she'd lose what she'd gained in Luceti.
One thing was for sure. She was exhausted. And... unable to sleep, even still. Her eyes are rimmed with gray crescents, but... how do you even try to rest after that? The only thing to do is go to work and try to pretend it was all okay now. She'd forgotten most of the drinks and dinners again, but she'll try regardless to get them to each table without delay. But the truth is, she can't focus on anything but the memories she did manage to keep. When they say things can haunt you, they mean it, because it trails after her like a wisp of dark smoke at her shoulders.
She goes shopping and unknowingly finds she doesn't know the newer fruit and vegetables she'd learned prior. And then she returns home and sits on the couch to cry a little bit-and yet, terrify herself with not knowing why her eyes were leaking. She makes herself something simple, and leaves it uneaten on the counter (Kaji's is still made, same as usual).
And she starts weaving far too early on in the day, not stopping for a moment. 4 hours... 7 hours... 10, 15-and then she slowly leans against the loom and falls asleep for no more than a minute.
And wakes up with a violent start.]