[All she wanted was to start the world over. And she had the power to do it. If you had the chance to sand away the edges of every mistake, every wrong turn, you'd do the same. Especially if you loved your friends.
You would. Wouldn't you?
She hears her name. Toko hisses inward and lands back in the present with a physical jolt. More herself than before, in clothes she would never have the tenacity to own. In the arms of a woman she was never meant to meet.]
Ghh— [She fights to wrest loose, all instinct on impact. It's not until she's skittered two paces back and swiped a palm over her tear-stained cheek does she recognize the woman.]
Lu...L-Lucretia? [Not the CEO. No, no. The Captain. Director? Toko blinks at her with owl-wide eyes. Catches her breath in heavy gasps.] A memory...
[Not her own. Though those are sweeping back in like swirls of ink in water. The blank slate runs awash with colour, and Toko shifts back to her old self: hands clutched to chest, shoulders hunched, brows fixed in perpetual furrows.]
You...no, you erased their memory. Th-that's what you were doing. You erased it all...
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You would. Wouldn't you?
She hears her name. Toko hisses inward and lands back in the present with a physical jolt. More herself than before, in clothes she would never have the tenacity to own. In the arms of a woman she was never meant to meet.]
Ghh— [She fights to wrest loose, all instinct on impact. It's not until she's skittered two paces back and swiped a palm over her tear-stained cheek does she recognize the woman.]
Lu...L-Lucretia? [Not the CEO. No, no. The Captain. Director? Toko blinks at her with owl-wide eyes. Catches her breath in heavy gasps.] A memory...
[Not her own. Though those are sweeping back in like swirls of ink in water. The blank slate runs awash with colour, and Toko shifts back to her old self: hands clutched to chest, shoulders hunched, brows fixed in perpetual furrows.]
You...no, you erased their memory. Th-that's what you were doing. You erased it all...