With a soft clink, the glass of the mirror suddenly cracks. A single hairline fracture runs across the horizontal length of it, jagged and uneven. Despite this, the mirror seemingly stays intact, and does not shatter.
Yet.
Another pause, and then more words slowly begin writing themselves across the glass.
that's not really different than anyplace else to be honest. after a moment, eyeing the crack in the mirror cautiously... she shakes her head.
but the thing is, mafuyu wanted to be a nurse. part of her still does. she wants to help people, and this hasn't changed despite everything. but you can't help people in an abandoned building. )
The crack in the mirror spiderwebs out a bit more, though it seems to be deliberate as it cuts up and across "ɘɿɘʜ," essentially crossing it out as the word "ɘɿɘʜw" appears after "ɘɿA"
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mafuyu pauses. even though she knows the answer, has said it before... saying it here feels wrong. and yet, she cannot tell a lie. )
... I don't know.
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Yet.
Another pause, and then more words slowly begin writing themselves across the glass.
⸮ɘɿɘʜ γqqɒʜ υoγ ɘɿA
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no. of course not. but
that's not really different than anyplace else to be honest. after a moment, eyeing the crack in the mirror cautiously... she shakes her head.
but the thing is, mafuyu wanted to be a nurse. part of her still does. she wants to help people, and this hasn't changed despite everything. but you can't help people in an abandoned building. )
No.
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The question has been changed.
⸮ɘɿɘʜ γqqɒʜ υoγ ɘɿA ɘɿɘʜw
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mafuyu looks at the crack for a moment, and then the question as a whole. )
I don't know. I don't remember what happiness feels like... just what it isn't.