[she is led back to the same room as before. the same girl is still in there. the situation is a little more permanent now; she has an altar, a round, flat, stone disc, that she's been chained to with chains made with magic. and she's been through it, beaten, hurt, tortured. by someone other than you. (or maybe it was you, and you don't remember? how would you know?) otherwise, same situation, same tools. same person in a hood and mask.
...not that koharu knows, because she doesn't remember that, either. she also does not know this person. there is not a flicker of recognition.]
You hesitated too much last time, but I know you'll do better this time.
This girl needs to be punished. Don't kill her, but make her repent. Cut her open, cut off her fingers, gouge out her eyes. Whatever is enough.
[the girl is still asleep on the table. koharu doesn't remember but what is hard to shake is the feeling from before, the amount of pain she felt from being punished for failing. even now, that wound at the back of her neck pulses, just a light jolt, reminding her.]
[ Thank you for the warning. It's very generous of you to have even a little bit of faith that Koharu would ever have the willpower to like, torture a random stranger, let alone give them a papercut. So. ]
she's frozen again, but this time it's not just that her body freezes, but the wound between her shoulder blades seizes, making her convulse with white hot pain, dropping her to the ground.
this time, multiple figures in hoods and masks beat her, punching and kicking her, stepping on her fingers and breaking her ribs with the strength of the metal boots they wear.]
[as she's being beaten, she can hear the girl on the table, groggy but awake.]
Koharu! Koharu, save - save yourself -
[she's dragged off to a cold barrack and thrown inside a small cell. she's given no food and left alone for a long time. as she's carried off, she can hear the other girl's screams echoing down the hallway behind her.]
[she's left in the cell to contemplate what that could have meant for a long time, hold and hungry.
but after many hours pass, a person appears outside her cell. she doesn't know him, but he has what looks like a small, half-eaten bowl of porridge, and he slides it in.]
[ Slowly, she manages a few bites. Moving hurts like hell, the searing pain racing down to her hands, but if she can at least alleviate the pain somewhere, she can satisfy her stomach. ]
I'm sorry. I wish I could remember... B- but I don't want to hurt her.
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...not that koharu knows, because she doesn't remember that, either. she also does not know this person. there is not a flicker of recognition.]
You hesitated too much last time, but I know you'll do better this time.
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[ What last time? What didn't she do? ]
... What do you want from me?
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[the girl is still asleep on the table. koharu doesn't remember but what is hard to shake is the feeling from before, the amount of pain she felt from being punished for failing. even now, that wound at the back of her neck pulses, just a light jolt, reminding her.]
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W- why? What did she do?
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[is she still hesitating?]
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... So I have to do this? To her?
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[she has one tag to do something...]
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B- but I... I can't...
[ Thank you for the warning. It's very generous of you to have even a little bit of faith that Koharu would ever have the willpower to like, torture a random stranger, let alone give them a papercut. So. ]
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she's frozen again, but this time it's not just that her body freezes, but the wound between her shoulder blades seizes, making her convulse with white hot pain, dropping her to the ground.
this time, multiple figures in hoods and masks beat her, punching and kicking her, stepping on her fingers and breaking her ribs with the strength of the metal boots they wear.]
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Koharu! Koharu, save - save yourself -
[she's dragged off to a cold barrack and thrown inside a small cell. she's given no food and left alone for a long time. as she's carried off, she can hear the other girl's screams echoing down the hallway behind her.]
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Not that it matters when she's beaten and bloodied and can hardly raise a hand now. ]
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but after many hours pass, a person appears outside her cell. she doesn't know him, but he has what looks like a small, half-eaten bowl of porridge, and he slides it in.]
Here. Don't tell anyone, but I saved you some.
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[ She looks up, blearily. ]
Who are you?
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Again? They take your memories away so often.
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Who? Why are they gone...?
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[but he gestures at her to eat.]
...They wouldn't do it as much if you just did what they tell you. But I really admire how brave you are.
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... I'm not brave at all. I just—I can't do it.
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[he will sit down outside her cell, keeping one eye out for anyone coming near.]
...We're friends. We try to take care of each other, when we can. Even if you don't remember, I'll remind you as many times as I have to.
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[ Slowly, she manages a few bites. Moving hurts like hell, the searing pain racing down to her hands, but if she can at least alleviate the pain somewhere, she can satisfy her stomach. ]
I'm sorry. I wish I could remember... B- but I don't want to hurt her.
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[but he doesn't seem like he's telling her she should or she shouldn't, he's just worried about her.]
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[ She visibly deflates. ]
Who—even are they? Why are we here?
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[and then there's a sound of footsteps in the hallway, and this boy looks absolutely panicked.]
If I get caught here, they'll - [he looks apologetic, like he's hoping she'll give him permission, not ask him to be brave.]
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Please go. Hurry.
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the next morning, she's dragged out and taken to the mirror again.]
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