Her smile had wilted away, her once vibrant scarlet eyes had faltered a bit of its saturation and were more of a grayish red by this point, skin was more pale than usual, and her tears were drained. The vampire couldn't bare to eat, to sleep, to move at all... She was thinner and frail. Her physical state matched with her mental state, fragile and barely working. She didn't deserve anything, didn't care at this point if people barged in to rob the mansion. Flandre bets Gensokyou is wondering what had happened to the Scarlet Family. She did bury their bodies and cleaned up the mess, after all. One time she heard Marisa's confused voice as the magician did break in with ease. No gatekeeper to stop her from entering.
She had really wished the black-n-white-magician would've found her in her withered state so she could be free of her loneliness and had someone's shoulder to sob on, but they didn't. Flandre wondered how many days has passed? It felt like weeks had gone by. Would she grieve forever? She didn't want to live a life in a state of vain forever, but it felt like it would be that way. She thought of the gap youkai. Did they see all of what happened? She thought of Remilia's ability to manipulate fate. Did Remilia manipulate their fate to be this way or tried to change it to the best of her ability? So many questions flooded her poor mind and she began to sob again. It was dry. All of her dreams would shatter. She would become a weak 'eye' one day and destroy herself with her self-hatred. That day seemed near, she felt nearly broken with every minute of the days that passed by. She didn't want to exist, never again.