[Eda does her best to focus, to remember that this place is just messing with her. Does her best to ignore the weird bread-gravestones, even when they show names of people she knows are dead here... and thinks are dead at home.
She's expecting her sister, her parents, her school friends. She's braced for that, or at least she thinks she is. Each reminder makes everything feel a little more pointless. The names of people who she knows have vanished here hit a little differently, because she's hoping they're alright. Hunter's hurts the most.
She reminds herself this isn't proof.
Two names are the last straw. Luz Noceda and King Clawthorne. It's a cheap shot and she fucking knows it. She knows it shouldn't get to her. She hates the idea of letting it get to her.
But she's so damn tired. And even if the gravestones aren't proof, what hope is there? Hope is worse. Hope hurts more. She's so tired. She sits down by one of the stones. Loaves. Whatever. She doesn't know how long she's been leaning against it when she hears a distant voice.]
My... best friend? [She repeats, tilting her head slightly at the question. But there's an obvious answer. To be honest there's only one to answer to either question, though she isn't about to share that with a random voice. She lets out a faint little snort.]
That's easy. Only really ever had the one. Raine. Dunno if I'm still theirs... but it's not like we've got any other friends left. Guess I'm winning by default. [She might be trying to be funny, but she mostly sounds tired and bitter. Still, remembering they're here sparks... something. A little warmth.]
Knead Help [cws: the prompt plus dead family members/children]
She's expecting her sister, her parents, her school friends. She's braced for that, or at least she thinks she is. Each reminder makes everything feel a little more pointless. The names of people who she knows have vanished here hit a little differently, because she's hoping they're alright. Hunter's hurts the most.
She reminds herself this isn't proof.
Two names are the last straw. Luz Noceda and King Clawthorne. It's a cheap shot and she fucking knows it. She knows it shouldn't get to her. She hates the idea of letting it get to her.
But she's so damn tired. And even if the gravestones aren't proof, what hope is there? Hope is worse. Hope hurts more. She's so tired. She sits down by one of the stones. Loaves. Whatever. She doesn't know how long she's been leaning against it when she hears a distant voice.]
My... best friend? [She repeats, tilting her head slightly at the question. But there's an obvious answer. To be honest there's only one to answer to either question, though she isn't about to share that with a random voice. She lets out a faint little snort.]
That's easy. Only really ever had the one. Raine. Dunno if I'm still theirs... but it's not like we've got any other friends left. Guess I'm winning by default. [She might be trying to be funny, but she mostly sounds tired and bitter. Still, remembering they're here sparks... something. A little warmth.]