０１８ ☠ voice

[jemerite]

I want to breathe. I am tired of being cold and empty. How much longer.

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[jemerite]

I'm sorry.

[She says it with... a bit more force than she usually would. Zinc isn't very forceful, has been well-conditioned to be quiet and undemanding.]

You shouldn't have seen.

[whataprettyname]

...no, I shouldn't have.

But that's because they were your memories, Miss Zinc. I mean...nobody should be able to see your memories, if you don't want them to. It's like writing a letter.

So I am really sorry.

[jemerite]

I'm... not proud.

[There's a line to Zinc's mind, her memory. There's the woman she was before she died, someone clever and strong, an individual in the purest sense of the word. She's not ashamed of anything that woman did, even though some of it was terrible. But that woman feels like something distant and disconnected, as if preserved forever inside a glass case. There to taunt her, but not something that she can ever take up again.

And then there's what she is now. A slave to a man who doesn't love her, lonely and weak and rotting away day by day. Hungry, but unable to even act on her instincts and to eat the way she wishes. She's nothing now, something crippled and caged and unhappy.]

[whataprettyname]

...that's okay.

[Chihiro, on the other hand, is a thirteen year old girl. She hadn't even had the words in her vocabulary to express what it had been like, being Zinc - where love was painful, and people were food, and you were dead but still around to feel it.

It had been terrifying, at the time, as much because it had been so unfamiliar and confusing as the horror of being a zombie. Now, though, now she's back in her own body, and so it really does all feel like it happened to someone else.]

But...you don't have to be ashamed, either.