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Even if his last adventure was pretty rotten, Firepaw is excited to be out in the woods again. The city is nice, but the soft dirt under his paws is something that just can't be beat. It has him in high spirits, even if he's struggling to adjust to the new masks they bought. He managed to find ones that would fit nicely on him and Ren, even leaving their whiskers mostly free, but he's not used to clothing and can't stop feeling keenly aware of the way it presses on his fur just a bit.
But it's important, and he can't afford another slip like he had in the southern forest.
"Alright - are we all ready?" He glances between his friends, speaking with as much authority as he can muster, "If we had more time to train, I'd say it was safest to move through the trees... but for now I think it's best if Ren and Junpei stay on the ground. If I climb up and move between the branches, Akechi will be able to fly, but he won't be alone if something happens to him. And if you're both on the ground, then you'll be together if something happens below."
But it's important, and he can't afford another slip like he had in the southern forest.
"Alright - are we all ready?" He glances between his friends, speaking with as much authority as he can muster, "If we had more time to train, I'd say it was safest to move through the trees... but for now I think it's best if Ren and Junpei stay on the ground. If I climb up and move between the branches, Akechi will be able to fly, but he won't be alone if something happens to him. And if you're both on the ground, then you'll be together if something happens below."
It would have been reasonable for Firepaw to hesitate about spending more time around Anasui, after their first meeting. But Firepaw isn't always reasonable - before any other trait, he's friendly. It was actually his idea to bring them both along, so he could learn more about them. If Emporio liked this man, Firepaw is determined to also like him.
Firepaw greets them at the edge of the forest, rubbing his side against Emporio as a greeting and then politely dipping his head to Anasui. "I found a mushroom patch a few fox-lengths into the woods here - we should be able to get plenty without losing sight of the forest's edge."
Firepaw greets them at the edge of the forest, rubbing his side against Emporio as a greeting and then politely dipping his head to Anasui. "I found a mushroom patch a few fox-lengths into the woods here - we should be able to get plenty without losing sight of the forest's edge."
Firepaw doesn't know Firoza super well, but he does like her. She's been a very comforting presence since they first arrived, and especially helped to soothe the homesickness he felt early on. So he's very excited that she accepted his offer to go mushroom-hunting with him, mostly as an excuse to talk to her more. They've already set off into the woods and wandered around for a while before he speaks up.
"Ribombee mentioned roots, too, but I'm not sure how well I could dig them up..." He means it more in terms of his tiny cat paws, but he also probably doesn't have the energy for it. He's been visibly running on empty for a few weeks now.
"Ribombee mentioned roots, too, but I'm not sure how well I could dig them up..." He means it more in terms of his tiny cat paws, but he also probably doesn't have the energy for it. He's been visibly running on empty for a few weeks now.
As always, Firepaw will take every opportunity he can to hang out with anyone vaguely cat-shaped. He invited Siffrin along to mushroom-hunt, but it's mostly just an excuse to chatter, and maybe share some of his knowledge of how to cat. They're about halfway to the mushroom patch he picked out, when a thought occurs to him.
"Hey - did you ever end up remembering your name?"
That seems important - he's been referring to them as Shinx but never actually followed up on the name thing.
"Hey - did you ever end up remembering your name?"
That seems important - he's been referring to them as Shinx but never actually followed up on the name thing.
[ooc: i'm handwaving that they've probably explored the city a little in march too.]
Firepaw has mostly gotten a feel for the city - and better yet, he's getting used to the lights and noise of being around this many animals all the time. But it's still a lot, and he's still a cat with just as much sensitivity to it all.
On some night in mid-April, he invites Shoka out to go exploring again - although in this case it's not really exploring, because he had a spot in mind already. There's a building up on a hill that he manages to climb up the wall of, and help Shoka if she needs it. From there they can see the lanterns in the marketplace, and the few Pokemon that are still hanging around before bed.
"It's quiet up here - I've been coming up here whenever I start feeling too crowded in the canopy. Back home we weren't allowed to sleep anywhere except for the apprentice den so... it's nice, to have the option."
Firepaw has mostly gotten a feel for the city - and better yet, he's getting used to the lights and noise of being around this many animals all the time. But it's still a lot, and he's still a cat with just as much sensitivity to it all.
On some night in mid-April, he invites Shoka out to go exploring again - although in this case it's not really exploring, because he had a spot in mind already. There's a building up on a hill that he manages to climb up the wall of, and help Shoka if she needs it. From there they can see the lanterns in the marketplace, and the few Pokemon that are still hanging around before bed.
"It's quiet up here - I've been coming up here whenever I start feeling too crowded in the canopy. Back home we weren't allowed to sleep anywhere except for the apprentice den so... it's nice, to have the option."
Firepaw has tried to teach a few Pokemon here how to walk, and occasionally how to fight, although he's quickly learned that not everyone can learn to move exactly like a cat. If nothing else, it's made him a little better at adjusting his lessons to suit the Pokemon in front of him.
But he really isn't sure how to work with a dog. Especially one as wiggly as Laios (although they all seem to be like that).
"Alright, before we actually try stalking anything, we should practice your form - we want to avoid an actual fight if we can. If the Pokemon catch you sneaking up on them they'll attack you, and some of their Moves can be really painful."
Or they'll ask what you're doing, which Firepaw considers markedly worse.
But he really isn't sure how to work with a dog. Especially one as wiggly as Laios (although they all seem to be like that).
"Alright, before we actually try stalking anything, we should practice your form - we want to avoid an actual fight if we can. If the Pokemon catch you sneaking up on them they'll attack you, and some of their Moves can be really painful."
Or they'll ask what you're doing, which Firepaw considers markedly worse.
After another day of running errands for the Clinic, plus practicing his swimming (with a spotter this time), plus training with a few different sparring partners, plus gathering mushrooms yet again, Firepaw comes home and flops dramatically into his little nest of blankets. Instead of curling up, he just lays on his side, like a fluffy rug.
He's exhausted, his vision is swimming, and yet he can't sleep. And worst of all, the relative quiet of the canopy is giving his mind plenty of space to run. Space to think about home, how much he misses his old cat friends, how different he feels from all of his new friends, and... the sheer horror of his experience in the southern forest. He can still vividly remember walking through the ThunderClan camp, with the ground coated in blood and the sounds of cats in pain ringing in his ears. He can still see the hollow look in the eyes of Tigerclaw, who stood alone and blood-soaked on top of the Highrock, the tall boulder where only their leader was allowed to sit. It wasn't real, he had no reason to believe Tigerclaw would do anything like that... but it still clings to his mind.
He might stay in the canopy, looking despondent and troubled, or he might get up to take a walk. Either way, he could really use someone checking in on him. And this will likely happen a few times during the month, as he struggles to shake the gloom that's come over him.
He's exhausted, his vision is swimming, and yet he can't sleep. And worst of all, the relative quiet of the canopy is giving his mind plenty of space to run. Space to think about home, how much he misses his old cat friends, how different he feels from all of his new friends, and... the sheer horror of his experience in the southern forest. He can still vividly remember walking through the ThunderClan camp, with the ground coated in blood and the sounds of cats in pain ringing in his ears. He can still see the hollow look in the eyes of Tigerclaw, who stood alone and blood-soaked on top of the Highrock, the tall boulder where only their leader was allowed to sit. It wasn't real, he had no reason to believe Tigerclaw would do anything like that... but it still clings to his mind.
He might stay in the canopy, looking despondent and troubled, or he might get up to take a walk. Either way, he could really use someone checking in on him. And this will likely happen a few times during the month, as he struggles to shake the gloom that's come over him.
I could probably do that.
[Her own paws are pretty good for tearing things up - well, dirt, in this case. She's not too concerned about how they'll get to the various edible roots they're searching for.
But she is concerned for that visible exhaustion Firepaw is sporting.]
Have you been well, Firepaw?
[Let's start with a softball question first.]
[Her own paws are pretty good for tearing things up - well, dirt, in this case. She's not too concerned about how they'll get to the various edible roots they're searching for.
But she is concerned for that visible exhaustion Firepaw is sporting.]
Have you been well, Firepaw?
[Let's start with a softball question first.]
Um... yeah, I'm fine.
[His fur prickles a bit, the same way it always does when folks ask him if he's okay. Most of the time he's not even sure how to answer it.
But he does feel bad about making everyone worried. He ends up sitting down, grooming a forepaw the same way one would pretend to tie their shoe.]
I think swimming less is helping, but... um... it's just hard to find time to sit down. It feels like something always needs to get done around here, which... I guess is a lot like it was back home. But more.
[At least he isn't feverish from the water on top of all his self-imposed duties, anymore.]
[His fur prickles a bit, the same way it always does when folks ask him if he's okay. Most of the time he's not even sure how to answer it.
But he does feel bad about making everyone worried. He ends up sitting down, grooming a forepaw the same way one would pretend to tie their shoe.]
I think swimming less is helping, but... um... it's just hard to find time to sit down. It feels like something always needs to get done around here, which... I guess is a lot like it was back home. But more.
[At least he isn't feverish from the water on top of all his self-imposed duties, anymore.]
Mm, 'tis clear that this is a town perpetually in need.
[She won't argue that point - it takes a village to maintain...a village. Making sure there are enough resources and that the metaphorical trains run on time don't happen out of nowhere.]
Which means it is all the better that the burden can be shared. [Not so subtly telling him "hey, sometimes it's okay to take time for yourself, there's a safety net of people doing things here".] No one person can do everything, or be expected to. Did you not work together with your fellows back home, when the need arose? In certain things, at least.
[She won't argue that point - it takes a village to maintain...a village. Making sure there are enough resources and that the metaphorical trains run on time don't happen out of nowhere.]
Which means it is all the better that the burden can be shared. [Not so subtly telling him "hey, sometimes it's okay to take time for yourself, there's a safety net of people doing things here".] No one person can do everything, or be expected to. Did you not work together with your fellows back home, when the need arose? In certain things, at least.
Shoka is surprisingly agile for a legless creature. On top of the graceful leaps she's somehow able to pull off, her true body seems almost formless, claws and tendrils of shadow extending from beneath her cloth disguise to pull her with ease along the side of the building—but she does allow Firepaw to help her up the final ledge and onto the roof.
Once there, she shuffles to the edge to admire the lights glimmering below. It is quiet here—much quieter than home—but still almost nostalgic.
"Not a bad view either..."
When she was still a Reaper, she'd often Telewarp up to the top of 104 or Tower Records just to be above it all for a while, and to watch the streams of people and cars passing through the streets below like blood through the vessels of some huge, alive creature. Bottlecap Bay isn't really on the same level, but there's still some amount of nightlife down there, sparkling in the dark. It's nice; peaceful. Truthfully, she's probably needed a bit of a reprieve from the crowded dens of the Spire herself.
Firepaw's last comment earns a tilt of her disguise-head.
"Aw, but I thought your Thunder-club gave you true freedom?"
Once there, she shuffles to the edge to admire the lights glimmering below. It is quiet here—much quieter than home—but still almost nostalgic.
"Not a bad view either..."
When she was still a Reaper, she'd often Telewarp up to the top of 104 or Tower Records just to be above it all for a while, and to watch the streams of people and cars passing through the streets below like blood through the vessels of some huge, alive creature. Bottlecap Bay isn't really on the same level, but there's still some amount of nightlife down there, sparkling in the dark. It's nice; peaceful. Truthfully, she's probably needed a bit of a reprieve from the crowded dens of the Spire herself.
Firepaw's last comment earns a tilt of her disguise-head.
"Aw, but I thought your Thunder-club gave you true freedom?"
Siffrin is much more comfortable on four paws at this point than about a month ago! Which isn't to say they can match up to Firepaw's level of coordination yet, particularly with their depth perception problems. But they can trot alongside him confidently enough, leaping over tree roots and not having to worry about getting their legs tangled if they're not thinking about it.
(They do miss having thumbs, though.)
Oh! They never did let him know, right. They didn't mind Firepaw still calling them Shinx - when it's just coming from one person, it seems more like a friendly nickname than a replacement.
"I did! It's Siffrin."
It must be, with how familiar it felt, even though they still have the nagging feeling they're missing something. But they've already been telling everyone to call them that, so!
"I still don't remember much from before I showed up here, but since that came back, I'm sure it all will eventually."
It's kind of a relief to think it's the fog's fault, and that if something gives them a terrible feeling, they don't have to try harder to remember it. It'll come back at the fog's pace, they're not to blame!
(They do miss having thumbs, though.)
Oh! They never did let him know, right. They didn't mind Firepaw still calling them Shinx - when it's just coming from one person, it seems more like a friendly nickname than a replacement.
"I did! It's Siffrin."
It must be, with how familiar it felt, even though they still have the nagging feeling they're missing something. But they've already been telling everyone to call them that, so!
"I still don't remember much from before I showed up here, but since that came back, I'm sure it all will eventually."
It's kind of a relief to think it's the fog's fault, and that if something gives them a terrible feeling, they don't have to try harder to remember it. It'll come back at the fog's pace, they're not to blame!
It did not take long, after Polteageist extended the official invitation, for Emporio to introduce Anasui to the quest board. The idea of working up ranks might not really be on their minds, but the idea of doing something productive at least is.
Even if for likely different reasons.
Still, foraging is an easy one, and so Emporio beams and greets Firepaw as the other bunts along his side. "So, probably two steps for Anasui then," he can't help joke with a look to the espartha's legs. "That's probably for the best- if the forest is still causing any illness, we should keep an easy way out. Did your guild say much about the edible mushrooms here?"
Even if for likely different reasons.
Still, foraging is an easy one, and so Emporio beams and greets Firepaw as the other bunts along his side. "So, probably two steps for Anasui then," he can't help joke with a look to the espartha's legs. "That's probably for the best- if the forest is still causing any illness, we should keep an easy way out. Did your guild say much about the edible mushrooms here?"
"I'll try not to fly too high." For now, Akechi hovers above the group, low enough to be seen, but high enough to get a decent view at the path ahead. "We should be ready to fend off hostile Pokémon that may have already inhaled the spores. Additionally, if it's anything like before, even the plantlife isn't safe."
Humming, he looks down at Firepaw. "It may be wise to create some form of torch to light the way." Ren shouldn't carry it, of course. He's a grass type, but...
Swooping down, he picks up a stick in his talons. "I don't mind carrying it, since I've a bit more dexterity."
The others are quadrupeds, which limits how much they can carry.
Humming, he looks down at Firepaw. "It may be wise to create some form of torch to light the way." Ren shouldn't carry it, of course. He's a grass type, but...
Swooping down, he picks up a stick in his talons. "I don't mind carrying it, since I've a bit more dexterity."
The others are quadrupeds, which limits how much they can carry.
"You're pairing with Akechi ..." Junpei murmurs from beneath his mask, looking between the bird and the cat with an unsure expression in his button eyes.
He's tried not to dwell on the discussion he and Firepaw had had that one day they were gathering resources together. The Pokémon in charge had said it was fine. So it was fine. There was a difference between the birds in the forest and the birds in the guilds.
Shake it off.
Glancing towards Ren he gives him a nod in greeting, "I've been practicing breaking rocks and logs, so leave any obstacles to me. I'll give you a warning to stand back."
He's tried not to dwell on the discussion he and Firepaw had had that one day they were gathering resources together. The Pokémon in charge had said it was fine. So it was fine. There was a difference between the birds in the forest and the birds in the guilds.
Shake it off.
Glancing towards Ren he gives him a nod in greeting, "I've been practicing breaking rocks and logs, so leave any obstacles to me. I'll give you a warning to stand back."
He still chafes at the idea of criticizing his old home, although it's getting easier to take it now that it's fully in the past. He's almost an adult now, and in the grand scheme of things ThunderClan feels like a tiny portion of his life story.
"More freedom than being a housecat, at least - there was no kitty door to lock, and no begging for wet food. But... there were still rules and expectations. Bluestar was understanding when I messed up, but um... I did get the sense that I was expected to stop messing up once I got my warrior name."
He pauses, and lets out a quiet sigh.
"It's not actually that different from here. ThunderClan apprentices hunt to bring back food for the Clan, they run errands for the medicine cat, clean out old bedding, patrol the territory's border, train their fighting skills... I know I don't have to help out everywhere, but staying still feels like wasting time. That's how the older cats always acted, at least, and... I don't want to disappoint Ribombee by slacking off."
"More freedom than being a housecat, at least - there was no kitty door to lock, and no begging for wet food. But... there were still rules and expectations. Bluestar was understanding when I messed up, but um... I did get the sense that I was expected to stop messing up once I got my warrior name."
He pauses, and lets out a quiet sigh.
"It's not actually that different from here. ThunderClan apprentices hunt to bring back food for the Clan, they run errands for the medicine cat, clean out old bedding, patrol the territory's border, train their fighting skills... I know I don't have to help out everywhere, but staying still feels like wasting time. That's how the older cats always acted, at least, and... I don't want to disappoint Ribombee by slacking off."
"Oh good - Siffrin it is, then."
Every human (or at least non-cat) name he's heard so far sounds foreign to him, but so did his own housecat name. Who knows what 'Rusty' means, not him.
"Well, I'd love to hear about everything you can remember - and that goes for whenever the rest comes back too. Everyone's worlds are very different, and that alone makes them worth talking about."
Firepaw himself isn't entirely sure if he wants to fog gone, but he hasn't really told anyone about that. It feels a lot more comfortable to hunt wildlife, when they're acting berserk anyway. But he'll definitely work toward clearing the fog if it helps Siffrin out.
Every human (or at least non-cat) name he's heard so far sounds foreign to him, but so did his own housecat name. Who knows what 'Rusty' means, not him.
"Well, I'd love to hear about everything you can remember - and that goes for whenever the rest comes back too. Everyone's worlds are very different, and that alone makes them worth talking about."
Firepaw himself isn't entirely sure if he wants to fog gone, but he hasn't really told anyone about that. It feels a lot more comfortable to hunt wildlife, when they're acting berserk anyway. But he'll definitely work toward clearing the fog if it helps Siffrin out.
[He moves his head in a figure-eight, not really nodding yes or no.]
Well.. it was different, back home. We would patrol together, but we hunted alone, and most of my duties as an apprentice I did alone. We took breaks during meals, and to sleep, but we only really came together to celebrate an apprentice's first day, a warrior's last day, or a Gathering with the other Clans during the full moon. Usually... well, some of the older cats at least frowned on going out together for something that only needed one cat to finish.
[He pauses, mulling over his thoughts a bit more.]
It is nice, having someone else to talk to while I'm out gathering. I think I've been having trouble with silence since we got here.
Well.. it was different, back home. We would patrol together, but we hunted alone, and most of my duties as an apprentice I did alone. We took breaks during meals, and to sleep, but we only really came together to celebrate an apprentice's first day, a warrior's last day, or a Gathering with the other Clans during the full moon. Usually... well, some of the older cats at least frowned on going out together for something that only needed one cat to finish.
[He pauses, mulling over his thoughts a bit more.]
It is nice, having someone else to talk to while I'm out gathering. I think I've been having trouble with silence since we got here.
Ren hums in agreement with Akechi. "Yeah. We can see well enough now, but the deeper we get, the darker and more disorienting the forest gets. If we have a torch, we can look out for it even if we get separated."
It's probably also for the best that he stays on the ground. He used to be pretty nimble, but with the ache in his muscles (even if fainter now than before), he's probably not in the best condition to be jumping from branch to branch.
(Oh, how he misses his grappling hook, though.)
That- and travelling in pairs of two is probably safer anyway.
Having said his part, he turns to Junpei, giving him a sharp smile- though only his eyes are visible, under his mask. It is quite the adorable sight.
"Sounds good. I'm a little more immune to the spores, so I'll take the front until we get stopped by an obstacle." He looks at Akechi and Firepaw, then back to Junpei. "If I can smell any, I'll yell."
It's probably also for the best that he stays on the ground. He used to be pretty nimble, but with the ache in his muscles (even if fainter now than before), he's probably not in the best condition to be jumping from branch to branch.
(Oh, how he misses his grappling hook, though.)
That- and travelling in pairs of two is probably safer anyway.
Having said his part, he turns to Junpei, giving him a sharp smile- though only his eyes are visible, under his mask. It is quite the adorable sight.
"Sounds good. I'm a little more immune to the spores, so I'll take the front until we get stopped by an obstacle." He looks at Akechi and Firepaw, then back to Junpei. "If I can smell any, I'll yell."
Firepaw nods, and breathes a small, controlled Ember onto Akechi's stick, looking pleased with himself once it catches fire.
"Sounds like we're all ready, then. Ren, you pick our direction and we'll follow. I might be hard to see up there, but I'll stay close by."
He really doesn't want to get stranded again.
And he does make eye contact with Junpei for a second after that comment, but doesn't reply to it. He's... privately dealing with how weird he feels about hunting, and definitely not ready to hear more feedback about it.
Instead he pretends he didn't notice and sets about climbing up a nearby tree. Which, to someone as practiced as him, really looks more like he's running up it at full speed. He's staying in the lower branches, but his dark fur makes it pretty hard to see anything except for the red marks on his legs and face.
"Sounds like we're all ready, then. Ren, you pick our direction and we'll follow. I might be hard to see up there, but I'll stay close by."
He really doesn't want to get stranded again.
And he does make eye contact with Junpei for a second after that comment, but doesn't reply to it. He's... privately dealing with how weird he feels about hunting, and definitely not ready to hear more feedback about it.
Instead he pretends he didn't notice and sets about climbing up a nearby tree. Which, to someone as practiced as him, really looks more like he's running up it at full speed. He's staying in the lower branches, but his dark fur makes it pretty hard to see anything except for the red marks on his legs and face.
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Shoka watches him sidelong, studying him as he talks. She knows that's just how he is—selfless, preoccupied with proving himself and making himself useful—but it still amuses her. She's always considered slacking off to be something cats do best, but she could never call Firepaw lazy.
"Y'know, when I first got here, Ribombee tried to recruit me, too. But Mightyena beat him to the punch... Literally. Slammed right into him and sent him flying before he could even get to me." The memory makes her snicker. "She said he'd run me into the ground without looking back... So what you're saying kinda tracks."
She can put the effort in when it counts, even if it means she'll get hurt—but working that hard all day every day isn't her style.
She thinks for a moment, then asks, "Do you still miss it? ThunderClan and everything."
"Y'know, when I first got here, Ribombee tried to recruit me, too. But Mightyena beat him to the punch... Literally. Slammed right into him and sent him flying before he could even get to me." The memory makes her snicker. "She said he'd run me into the ground without looking back... So what you're saying kinda tracks."
She can put the effort in when it counts, even if it means she'll get hurt—but working that hard all day every day isn't her style.
She thinks for a moment, then asks, "Do you still miss it? ThunderClan and everything."
"I have good eyesight, so it shouldn't be too difficult to keep track of everyone. If all else fails, rely on scent and sound." He holds the torch carefully, making sure not to hover too close to the leaves or nearby branches.
They don't want to start a fire, after all.
"We have one vial of medicine each, so we should only use it if absolutely necessary. Ideally, we'll make it through without any unnecessary afflictions, but time will tell."
With that, he's ready to go when the others are.
They don't want to start a fire, after all.
"We have one vial of medicine each, so we should only use it if absolutely necessary. Ideally, we'll make it through without any unnecessary afflictions, but time will tell."
With that, he's ready to go when the others are.
His whiskers twitch in amusement - he actually has started laughing quietly to go with it, although it's a little forced. He's just trying to fit in a little better with all the humans (and the Pokemon, who also laugh audibly). Maybe in a few months it'll sound more natural.
But the question... stings a little. And he has to give it some serious thought.
"I think so? I mean... I miss my friends. I miss spending all my time around other cats, too. But... I really like it here. I think if I had to choose, I'd rather have Graypaw and Ravenpaw end up here." He glances back at her, "What about you, do you miss... the city?"
He does not remember the name of it. It's honestly impressive that he didn't call it a Twolegplace again.
But the question... stings a little. And he has to give it some serious thought.
"I think so? I mean... I miss my friends. I miss spending all my time around other cats, too. But... I really like it here. I think if I had to choose, I'd rather have Graypaw and Ravenpaw end up here." He glances back at her, "What about you, do you miss... the city?"
He does not remember the name of it. It's honestly impressive that he didn't call it a Twolegplace again.
Junpei has no problem with Ren leading the way, especially as he himself is likely the slowest of the group when it comes to movement. Before he’d learned of the comic amount of strength his cute little body possessed he’d wondered how Stufful protect themselves from danger with their lack of speed. While not as slothful as say, a Slowpoke, he’s not exactly winning any races as he does his best to keep up with Ren once a direction is chosen. It’ll be easier to just keep an eye on him than to constantly check the positions of Firepaw and Akechi.
"Shibuya? Oh, so much." She turns her gaze back onto the lights below. "But even if I could go back, there wouldn't be much left for me there..."
When given the choice between erasure and returning to the Reapers, she'd chosen the former. If a doorway to Shibuya were to magically open up to her now, she's certain that the only thing waiting for her on the other side would be nothingness. The moment she were to step through, she'd just disappear.
She'd probably go right on through anyway, she thinks. She's made her peace.
She quickly changes the subject. "Having more cats around sounds like a riot. You think they'd like it here as much as you do?"
When given the choice between erasure and returning to the Reapers, she'd chosen the former. If a doorway to Shibuya were to magically open up to her now, she's certain that the only thing waiting for her on the other side would be nothingness. The moment she were to step through, she'd just disappear.
She'd probably go right on through anyway, she thinks. She's made her peace.
She quickly changes the subject. "Having more cats around sounds like a riot. You think they'd like it here as much as you do?"
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