NIGHSHIFT 34- MAIN HALLWAY, 2-CENTER (INCLUDES SUN ROOM HALLS)
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There was no ignoring the impending struggle in the Sun Room below, nor how it must have been indicative of far worse cruelties in places unseen, but Anthy did well to separate herself from it. A darker instinct of hers; one she had supposed would shed as she grew, blossoming in the freedom of the world outside, following in Utena's path, but here, she reasoned, that habit of indifference served its purpose. Caring too much about every person within sight was what had lead her brother to fall to begin with; what had caused her to be crushed in his wake.
And yet, even as she looked away and pretended to see nothing, she could not help but scold herself. Utena, ever the idealist, would have expended all her energy in a struggle to right all the wrongs, save all the innocents.
But Anthy was helping. In a sense. Or, she would be when she discovered the secrets of the chapel, of the inner workings of this institute; whether they held close ties with the tales of martyrdom she had known and lived in.
After all, Utena, in all her wisdom, had still been naiive.
And Anthy, in all her enlightenment, still could not find it in herself to return to that.
There was no ignoring the impending struggle in the Sun Room below, nor how it must have been indicative of far worse cruelties in places unseen, but Anthy did well to separate herself from it. A darker instinct of hers; one she had supposed would shed as she grew, blossoming in the freedom of the world outside, following in Utena's path, but here, she reasoned, that habit of indifference served its purpose. Caring too much about every person within sight was what had lead her brother to fall to begin with; what had caused her to be crushed in his wake.
And yet, even as she looked away and pretended to see nothing, she could not help but scold herself. Utena, ever the idealist, would have expended all her energy in a struggle to right all the wrongs, save all the innocents.
But Anthy was helping. In a sense. Or, she would be when she discovered the secrets of the chapel, of the inner workings of this institute; whether they held close ties with the tales of martyrdom she had known and lived in.
After all, Utena, in all her wisdom, had still been naiive.
And Anthy, in all her enlightenment, still could not find it in herself to return to that.