Warning for child abuse, violence, and death. Among other to be revealed things.


She dreams of another world, another time where she was enveloped in the love of the sea, the sea and two people who bickered but never fought, of a gentle hand that didn't take her by the ear and throw, chiding her all the while, because the blows were her fault. She was supposed to be good and stay home, hide under the table, not overcook the food. Take to training... what training?

She had fled then because she hadn't remembered. Hadn't remembered and boiled with the extent of her hate, boiled with the extent of how much she wanted to rip off the woman's head. It would have been good, so good…

Didn't happen, lucky her. Didn't happen, they just left her with a lonely girl who took and took until a lot of herself was taken in return.

Didn't happen, she was first thrown into an ugly smelling place with ugly smelling people and wanting to cry but laughing instead because it hurt so much-

Sayo dreams and wakes and dreams and wakes and the cycle never brings her enough memories. They're not even pieces, barely even experiences. She's lost ten years of her life and she'll lose the rest of them if she keeps sleeping but it's so much better than trying to care at this point. She's lost too many memories and getting them back is like maggots in her veins.

Artemis is dutiful. It's frightening almost (because in another life, she's a psychopath who only cares about Sayo living and little else and has to be melted like ice cubes) because of how much she frets, making her eat and wash and live when she just doesn't want to. Sometimes her rabbit curls closer like a stuffed animal and it hurts, the love hurts and she wonders why she bothers with it.

(In her dreams, she understands because she died for love once.)