[The toys and the bed get ignored by her. Marching to the center of the room, Rin has eyes for one piece of furniture only: a simple dresser. That item she saw while passing the time waiting for Sakura to wake up... Will it still be here, she wonders?
Moonlight streaming through the windowpane catches it: a flower made of glass. A tangible thing outside of her imagination, it stands as stark proof she wasn't wrong.]
I know there were two of you.
[Rin does not raise her voice. In the quiet in this empty room, she feels like she's standing over a grave. That's good, she thinks. She didn't get that feeling standing across from those strange, faceless statues. Blinking slowly, Rin lightly runs a finger across a glass petal.]
I remember making this, though not for myself. [Turning her head, she reaches with her one free hand for an item in her pocket.] This too.
[Besides the glass flower, she sets down a bookmark of pressed, echo flowers.]
It's not mine, so I don't want it. [Her voice sounds empty of anger to her own ears, so Rin knows she must be angry and upset beyond the ability to express it. Not even to a ghost will she show her true thoughts.] But I'll keep the book.
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Moonlight streaming through the windowpane catches it: a flower made of glass. A tangible thing outside of her imagination, it stands as stark proof she wasn't wrong.]
I know there were two of you.
[Rin does not raise her voice. In the quiet in this empty room, she feels like she's standing over a grave. That's good, she thinks. She didn't get that feeling standing across from those strange, faceless statues. Blinking slowly, Rin lightly runs a finger across a glass petal.]
I remember making this, though not for myself. [Turning her head, she reaches with her one free hand for an item in her pocket.] This too.
[Besides the glass flower, she sets down a bookmark of pressed, echo flowers.]
It's not mine, so I don't want it. [Her voice sounds empty of anger to her own ears, so Rin knows she must be angry and upset beyond the ability to express it. Not even to a ghost will she show her true thoughts.] But I'll keep the book.