PC FOR REAN....

[justfists]

... for as long as we have rip next weel

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SUNDAY, Week 4

[justfists]

[honestly, at some point in the evening, she's going to visit Rean. She knocks on his door quietly, stating,]

Rean-san? It's Niijima.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Ah. In all honesty, his feelings about the Barghest were still mixed, and it's hard not to remember everything that happened while Makoto was still its host, but... that's neither here or there. It takes a bit, but he makes it to the door and opens it slowly, bringing her into his view.

On his end, he still looks weak and pale, but he's standing and maybe that's what counts here.]

Hey. ...I'm guessing there's some things you want to ask.

[justfists]

[she pauses and, well, nods.]

... I wanted to check on you, as well.

[she adds with a hint of hesitation.]

But yes. There were things I wanted to ask. If you're... well enough to talk.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[There's a flicker of surprise before it's gone with a blink.]

Thanks. I really do appreciate it, and the healing you did yesterday as well.

[He moves away from the doorway to let her in.]

But yeah, I'm alright. It's better than sitting around in bed all day, anyways.

[justfists]

Okay.

[she glances him over.]

You didn't mean to give yourself away, did you?

[relentlesslyonwards]

I hadn't been planning on it, if that's what you mean. What I did was sort of... instinct, I'd say.

[justfists]

Instinct...

That makes sense.

[but it still makes her nervous]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Nods.]

I just wanted to survive, no matter what. That's why I transformed, and that's why I used this body's power, too, even if it might've been overkill.

[justfists]

This body?

[she pings onto that]

You mean-- your normal body?

FRIDAY, NOT SATURDAY, AFTERNOON

[justfists]

Rean?

Any other ghosts, please get my message to Rean. I'd... really like to talk to him.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[It takes a while for him to respond, but eventually a message pops in.]

Hey, this is Rean. Did you need something?

[justfists]

I wanted to check on you.

Just to see how you were feeling after... everything.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[He seems to spend a while typing this.]

Thanks, I appreciate it. But I'm fine, really. Everyone's been really kind to me over here, and it isn't too different from being alive.

How about you? I never checked on you before... I'm sorry about that.

[justfists]

I mean besides that.

We've both essentially went through the same thing at this point, being possessed. Doing things we would rather not do. Everyone was kind to me too, for the most part.

But it doesn't make it better. Easier, maybe, but not better.

[relentlesslyonwards]

[This response takes even longer to type out, with what looks to be a lot of false starts or disjointed typing. Finally, he just sends out this:]

Do you ever wonder if you're still yourself?

[justfists]

All the time.

[that one is immediate, and she sinks a little lower, pulling her knees into her chest.]

I wonder how much of what happened was me, and how much was the Barghest all the time.

[relentlesslyonwards]

...How was it like, for you? If you don't mind answering, I mean.

[justfists]

[so she's just died. But she looks to be... relatively?? chill? about it. at the very least, she looks pretty numb. it's a good time to yell at her, especially as she stares at what basically remains of her room, flipping through the diary she'd started keeping for herself]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[It's clear the possession affected them both, certainly, but given the way she'd written things, it at least seemed like she understood that those deaths weren't her responsibility. But considering how she acted during the trial, it probably wasn't as clear cut as she made it seem initially. So with that in mind, Rean seeks Makoto out, knocking at her door even when it stands open.]

...Hey. Do you have a minute?

[justfists]

Oh, hi Rean-san.

[she shuts the diary, and then waves him in, turning to face him fully.]

Of course, I've got plenty of time.

[until they come up with a plan, at least?]

[relentlesslyonwards]

[Plenty of time, huh... There's a nod at the invitation before he steps into the room, glancing at the door before ultimately deciding to leave it as is. It's a private thing for sure, but he doesn't want to give the impression that he's trying to corner her into talking about this. So as he sits down on a chair, he hesitates before taking a breath and composing himself.

He'll cut straight to the point here, voice calm and even but with an undercurrent of tension.]

...During the trial, when you talked about voting for a killer -- were you serious?

[justfists]

[ah-- she freezes. But she quickly recovers, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she tries to think through a response.]

I wanted to save Akira. It seemed like the easiest way to get them to vote for me.

[relentlesslyonwards]

That's not really what I meant. [He shakes his head.] You called yourself a killer back then, and I wanted to know if you were serious about that.

[justfists]

In... the literal sense, yes.

[she hesitates as she says it, her voice sounding unsure. she lifts a hand to her mouth, glancing down as she tries to figure out the best way to, well... explain this one.

because she knows her answer is not satisfying.]

Though the actions weren't my own... I did add "my" personal touch...

[relentlesslyonwards]

[It feels evasive, the way she's answering -- literal is a good way of putting it, because there's focus on one specific definition, but it isn't quite the definition he's asking for. After a pause of his own, his shoulders droop slightly and he speaks again, sounding weary.]

...And if we weren't talking about things in a literal sense?