Crona is a broken child.
Lost in suffering, her constant companion does nothing to help.
Ragnarok makes it worse.
Always beating her, grinding her emotions in the dust.
"Ehe... My blood is black..."
Medusa smirks.
Medusa can't be called her mother; mothers are supposed to care about their children, right?
Medusa doesn't care.
Medusa locks her in that dark room when she can't fight.
Her shadow, the other Crona, questions her.
"Pass."
"Pass."
"Pass."
"You're quite strong now. How does that make you feel?"
"Pass."
"Has that helped you drive away the Hell inside your head?"
"Pass."
Crona never answers herself.
"That's how much you've denied me. You're a terrible person. The worst..."
Her shadow cries.
Her shadow leaves her behind.
Crona cries.
Crona is a broken child, and the worst part is...
No one cares.
Wow, this is depressing... I can't believe this is what I do when I should be working on my chapter stories. -.-