by Ide Amaya on Wed Apr 19, 2017 11:49 am
Mounting frustration bubbles inside her and she struggles to contain the conflicting emotions. She feels useless, hopeless, and wracked with guilt. In her mind she sees an image of the bold samurai, drenched in her own blood, and her face slides away in a gout of blood so dark it's almost black. Where the blood splatters to the ground a miasma, thick and dark, begins to rise...
She forces the thought away, shaking, breathing panicked. With some difficulty she says, "I feel like a child playing make believe that I am grown."
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