Northstar Vale Conversations With Dead People

If it weren't for the bombshell he had dropped on the conversation, his words would have soothed her. But again, he had lowered her guards just enough to shove something new beyond her walls. Her soul shattered, decimating her world to think that Hiromi had been dealing with it all as well.

Everything she had done was all for nothing. She couldn't even respond to "no longer being alone" as everything just faded away, all sense, all feeling of control. All of her own sufferings were for nothing! Even as he kept taking from her own body, he had to spread such poison to others, Hiromi of all things!

Her feet moved instinctively, again wanting to seek him out, rage boiling over as a maddened look spread across her features. The obvious split in her desires manifested as she paced in an awkward, queer gait, wobbly but determined, lost, and furious as she spiraled. She wanted to go find him again, to put an end to it, and yet would it even fix anything if she did so in her current state? He had tossed her around like a ragdoll, weightless, useless, and yet, there was nothing else she wanted to do.

"I could have stopped it..." She snaps, a wild animal, foaming and thoughtless as she eyed him with wide hateful eyes. Did she hate Collision? No, the hate was to the culprit it had always been and she radiated that from every fiber of her fading body. We met after! After all, was said and done, Collision couldn't have done anything at all.

How could he tell her such news now of all times?

Returning to her pacing, wildly uncertain of her own movements now as she failed to figure out what she wanted to do at this moment. Then she stopped, staring into the direction she was sure he was in. An eerie stance, like a cal before the storm.