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Catoptrophobia - the fear of mirriors
Circumambulate - to wander, to roam
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Yusei watched quietly, careful to stray from the Witch's flaring rage as she destroyed and removed every reflective surface she could get her hands on. Larger things, like the D-Wheels with their polished to perfection shine, were avoided though, and for that, Yusei was grateful. Had she taken to getting rid of them, there would be nothing he could have done to hide her presence and nothing she could do to hide it herself. The Witch's odd behavior and littered bruises here and there were much easier to cover up then a missing D-Wheel.
He was sure, though the question as to why echoed in his head, that he would hide her even through his own anger at the destruction of the motorbikes, had she decided to do so. That and the reason why he hid the Witch in the first place was lost to him. He knew that with the help of family and friends of Aki, they could bring her back to them. He knew that if he only reached out to those close at hand to always help, they could bring the real Aki out from what ever dark hole her past self had shoved her.
He said nothing however, when given the opportunity. Some how, he supposed, he knew somewhere deep that this was Aki's fight. That she and she alone must defeat her own personal demons. He, nor anyone else could interfere.
It did not stop him from wishing he could.
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Sometimes, to be a good friend, you must stand aside and let them fight their own battles
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Kiryu had lost count of the miles he had traveled long ago; the only things to testify of the distance between him and the physical reminders of his sin was the weariness that clung to his bones and dirt caked to the soles of his shoes. He'd been walking so long the bottom fabric of his trousers was no longer black; having been colored the tawny brown of the earth beneath his feet kicked up by each step, they were stiff with dirt.
Hot in the disappearing sunlight over the wasteland he'd been traveling, Kiryu tugged at the collar of his maroon shirt as if it chocked him. More weary then he could ever remember being, his hand dropped heavily back to his side, throwing off his balance on already weak knees and making him stumble. He swayed with the movement, vision doubling in exhaustion. His foot hit the rocky soil awkwardly and sent him crashing to his knees. The collision sent his breath from his lungs in an audible rush and rippled more waves into his vision. Dehydrated and feeble, he could not rise to his feet, instead falling forward as he tried to get up. The moment his head hit the ground, Kiryu fell into unconscious.
He had not seen the small town glimmering in the haze of the sunset, nor the gang of leather clad men kicking up dust as they rode from town.
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And I've been walking 'round with memories way too long.
-Iris Dement
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