Memory
Credo?
He looked just liked she remembered before he died; she wanted to reach out and touch the glass.
Wait, glass?
Now that she really looked, she noticed he was kneeling - why? And what was the strange liquid she was in? Why wasn't she drowning?
Credo gives her a disgusted look before turning his head to speak to someone else; she tries to see who he's talking to, but her body refuses to move. She can't read lips, but she's sure he mentions Nero and Sparda in the same sentence.
He slips away into darkness.
Pain. Such a horrible burning pain in her right arm. It feels like the skin is melting away.
It hurts. Make it stop! Credo, make it stop!
The darkness makes it that much more terrifying - why can't she open her eyes?
A shock wave disturbs the liquid around her; she can feel it rippling over her skin and hear glass cracking. It all breaks away from her suddenly and she falls forward, hitting the metal floor hard and curling into a ball with her right arm clutched to her chest.
Open your eyes! Where am I!?
Eyelids slowly peel back, but blue orbs meet the familiar black arm of the couch. Shiro's heart pounds frantically against her chest and bringer. Looking down at herself, she finds the covers half on the floor and her knees drawn to her chest, cradling the bringer between them; she slowly uncurls, willing her muscles to relax and her heart to steady - taking deep, shaky breaths.
She knew it. The second she laid her eyes on Nero she knew it; being turned into woman by a demon was just too simple of an explanation - too fucking simple. Yet, that didn't explain the memories. She knew everything about Fortuna, Sanctus…
Kyrie.
Shiro rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling while rubbing the bringer. Perhaps it was time to go back to Fortuna.