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[fuckyou_chorus]

[ everything seems really dark today in camp.

but there are a lot of glowing butterflies around... ]

(approach the butterflies, receive ghosts; memories of... less happy times. others can see them, too.
touch the butterflies, temporarily lose your memory.)

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[brokenclover]

[Watanuki falls from a two-story window, landing on the broken glass below, a pool of blood very rapidly growing around him]

. . .

[putyaswordson]

[ ... takes her hand ]

[brokenclover]

[squeezes tightly]

[putyaswordson]

[ pulls her into him ]

You don't have to see this shit.

[brokenclover]

You don't have to either.

[putyaswordson]

I won't lie - I want to understand you better, because I want to make you feel safe. But this... it's not necessary!

[ draws his sword ]

[brokenclover]

[just. nods and buries her face in his jacket.]

[putyaswordson]

[ slashes all surrounding butterflies in one slice ]

There.

[brokenclover]

[somanly]

[lifts her head, looking around, then lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding]

[putyaswordson]

... better?

[brokenclover]

[nods, rubbing her face]

And I thought dreaming about it was bad enough.

[putyaswordson]

You don't have to tell me anything. But I'm here... okay?

[brokenclover]

No, it's--fine. I should tell you, really, since you're at risk, too.

[putyaswordson]

... okay. It has to do with your bad luck, right?

[brokenclover]

Yeah.

[takes his hand and just starts walking slowly in a random direction, a bit too tense to simply stand still]

. . . When I was four, I burned down my neighbor's house.

[putyaswordson]

... not intentionally.