_{^{“What are you afraid of?”}}

_{^{{ fiiducia }}} 

     A _{^{preposterous question, a human proposal to question that which troubles her most. Yet all the same it provides a pause, stagnant in it’s own putrid way of thought.  How mortal it did seem – and for a girl so fragile, so delicate to ponder what ticked beneath the surface of the ghoul disguised as a girl… What a feat it must have been.}}

     _{^{Memories, all in fragments, flash past her, gnawing away at her insides and mind like dull teeth – chipping, chattering, chewing. Is it death? No, for she is an aspect of that itself. All things are, in equal parts. And oh how the realization pangs in her breast, a striking blow delivered in righteous thunderings with the intake of a breath so precious. She looks at this girl and she knows exactly her fear – Nishiki shared one of similar fate.}}

                                                       _{^{A l o n e .}}

               _{^{❝I don’t want to be – ❞}}

                                                  _{^{Forgotten.
                                                  Replaced.
                                                  Misplaced.}}

     _{^{It’s a hum she falls on, a bittersweet hymn whilst she regards the woman another monsters holds so dear to his heart. Though, lo, he would never admit as such, at least not in a common way. That definition drives weakness on high.  She sneers, scoffing once as she clips off her sentence, tongue clucking and shoulders dropping beneath the weight of her embroidered jacket.}}

               _{^{❝ What do you care anyway?❞}}