Within the room, Sakura was sitting up in bed, dressed in a pair of cute white pajamas, baggy bottoms and soft spaghetti-strap top, printed in a pattern of pale blue keys and glowing pink with the effect of the experiment. Sitting at the foot of the bed cheerfully was the much be-frilled form of the Mirror card, anxiously shining her reflecting disk with one flowing sleeve, and quite needlessly. It had always been spotless.
"Good evening, Fai-san!" Sakura called out brightly as he entered. Mirror bounced happily on the bed, mimicking Sakura's greeting with enthusiasm. She looked healthy, or at least no very unhealthy, but the pajama top was not enough to cover the entire scar: where her bare shoulder showed were two crescent marks, shiny pink among the normal skin tone, and raised in an ugly scar, especially on so young a girl. Presumably the other two were a bit lower down, hidden by the shirt.
Fai stared mournfully at the scars, hands curling into fists. He bowed formally to her and tried to keep his voice steady. "I apologize for doing that to you." he murmured. He felt it needed to be done, properly and face to face.
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"Hello Sakura-chan!" he chirped happily, much more comfortable than he felt.
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