[The shoujo light show fizzes out shortly anyhow, because with her eyes closed she's starting to realize just how exhausted she is. Despite her laughter and everything else, things still aren't great, but they're... better.
She's not over her mother. Regardless of how she was treated, it's still her mother who was now really, truly, dead. It stings. It hurts. She doesn't know when it'll stop hurting, if ever, but it's a little easier to breathe now than it had been only a couple hours ago.
'I'm alone,' she'd told her mother, standing on that edge between the living world and the underworld. Mother had Father, and she had... no one.
But that wasn't true, not exactly. Here she had people like Kokichi (okay those other people were significantly nicer, but still), connections, bonds...
She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly as she relaxes, half-dozing. The air around her is warm with a feeling of being safe at last.]
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She's not over her mother. Regardless of how she was treated, it's still her mother who was now really, truly, dead. It stings. It hurts. She doesn't know when it'll stop hurting, if ever, but it's a little easier to breathe now than it had been only a couple hours ago.
'I'm alone,' she'd told her mother, standing on that edge between the living world and the underworld. Mother had Father, and she had... no one.
But that wasn't true, not exactly. Here she had people like Kokichi (okay those other people were significantly nicer, but still), connections, bonds...
She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly as she relaxes, half-dozing. The air around her is warm with a feeling of being safe at last.]