Things... shouldn't have turned out this way.
"There's... no... There's no... cure... there... isn't..."
The screaming didn't stop, it wouldn't stop. Light had just barely begun to shine through the window – why did it look so odd? Why did the screaming go on for so long?
"There is no cure... There is no cure... There is..." Another scream and she pulled her legs closer to herself, curled further into herself, tried to hide from everything. This was for the best. This was... the only option now, even if it shouldn't have been.
If she had just died. If she had just never met Patchouli. If she had just stopped Kurumi, accepted death. Or... accepted her fate in the first place.
"...it has to be this way. It has to."
She had left everything behind, rejected the life that awaited her. Her sister could take her place, she thought, but then she dragged her into this mess anyway. Flandre could've mourned her beloved big sister and ruled in her stead, but Remilia had been selfish...
She wondered if burning her in the sun would be easier, but knowing that pain could not bring herself to try it.
The moon was rising, and so too did she rise to look at it. She went to press her forehead against the window, the screams echoing in her ears. She figured they might forever.
This was how it had to be now.
The moon... ah, it was so red...