"Like a flawed projector spitting out images, acid-like, savage and unfair, she sees this, she sees them, and she wonders if it is them, not a mirage but a ghost, a militia of the claimed, calling for her, crying for her, tears fall down their dead faces or maybe it's only the ash of once-flesh sifting down them..." Dying yourself reminds you of the death you've caused. One-shot.
Rated: T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,111 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 1 - Published: 2/21/2018 - Jean H., Riza H., Roy M. - Complete