[ The last thing she hears from Lord Garmadon, as the hallucinations wear off, is laughter. Horrible, echoing laughter. Then he leaves her. And she's alone, with only her sins for company. Again.
How many times is she going to mess up? Well, this is the last one she gets, she supposes.
She spends a minute or so just standing there, watching the blood drip off the sword, mind a million miles away. She stumbles through the room, bubbles surrounding her, eyes just... empty, before she lets out a guttural scream and just. Lashes out with the katana and slashes deep across... oh, the tree.
Harumi turns, using the tree for dead reckoning, and just. Stumbles to the door to get out, to get some air, to do something that isn't stand here and scream at a crime scene.
When's the last time she felt this much?
Harumi has been dead for six years. She just managed to forget. ]
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Date: 2021-08-10 06:01 pm (UTC)How many times is she going to mess up? Well, this is the last one she gets, she supposes.
She spends a minute or so just standing there, watching the blood drip off the sword, mind a million miles away. She stumbles through the room, bubbles surrounding her, eyes just... empty, before she lets out a guttural scream and just. Lashes out with the katana and slashes deep across... oh, the tree.
Harumi turns, using the tree for dead reckoning, and just. Stumbles to the door to get out, to get some air, to do something that isn't stand here and scream at a crime scene.
When's the last time she felt this much?
Harumi has been dead for six years. She just managed to forget. ]