[Reika disappears for some time, retreating to room three where she can think by herself. The faint traces of that stupid cologne still cling to the room. Normally she could ignore it. This case was just bad luck and circumstance as had the previous two cases. That's what she should have been able tell herself.
Death was natural. Murder was inevitable. It should be easy to summon just a little pity and move on. She had Jack to think of, after all. That bright, amazing presence.
She closes the door quickly to her once shared room as she sits on the bottom bunk her face in her hands. Alice and Jack. Decus and her. Both of them had been saved by someone who probably shouldn't have bothered. Hell probably would have been better. But they didn't. Jack didn't. Those children reached out a hand from hell and Reika embraced them wholeheartedly. The story of Hariti came to mind once more. She had become the demoness: killing others to feed her own child but in the end...
No, please! Don't leave us behind! We don't want to be alone! We don't want that anymore!
She couldn't take losing her own child. Could she? She knew they wouldn't see each other again. That Servant likely killed Jack just after Reika's own death. Even if you gave up everything for the slim chance of a miracle that miracle likely will never come to pass. That was the way of the world. Even if she still accepted that? It hurt. So, in the quiet and alone solitude of the empty room she cries for a bit. It's been years.
Later she finally emerges, tired and alone. She just lingers on the top deck area near the pool alone. She does look like she's been crying, though. Later she finally goes to the ice cream parlor.
She gets a bowl but she doesn't touch it. Reika actually doesn't eat anything the entire night... maybe someone. Should talk to her about that since for one she's not giving any philosophical thoughts. She also is pretty much by herself.
fate/apocrypha spoilers
Death was natural. Murder was inevitable. It should be easy to summon just a little pity and move on. She had Jack to think of, after all. That bright, amazing presence.
She closes the door quickly to her once shared room as she sits on the bottom bunk her face in her hands. Alice and Jack. Decus and her. Both of them had been saved by someone who probably shouldn't have bothered. Hell probably would have been better. But they didn't. Jack didn't. Those children reached out a hand from hell and Reika embraced them wholeheartedly. The story of Hariti came to mind once more. She had become the demoness: killing others to feed her own child but in the end...
No, please! Don't leave us behind! We don't want to be alone! We don't want that anymore!
She couldn't take losing her own child. Could she? She knew they wouldn't see each other again. That Servant likely killed Jack just after Reika's own death. Even if you gave up everything for the slim chance of a miracle that miracle likely will never come to pass. That was the way of the world. Even if she still accepted that? It hurt. So, in the quiet and alone solitude of the empty room she cries for a bit. It's been years.
Later she finally emerges, tired and alone. She just lingers on the top deck area near the pool alone. She does look like she's been crying, though. Later she finally goes to the ice cream parlor.
She gets a bowl but she doesn't touch it. Reika actually doesn't eat anything the entire night... maybe someone. Should talk to her about that since for one she's not giving any philosophical thoughts. She also is pretty much by herself.
Who wants a mother of a monster around, anyway?]