The things found in the sewers

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Who; Mitsuru + OTA
What; Mitsuru went to the sewers for a canon update and now she's back. And really sad.
Where;I. Coming out of the sewers , wandering the city, or the shore of the beach (July 13th). II. Coming out of the sewers from Mid-July onward.
When;I. Dusk July 13th/14th II. anytime from mid-july on.
Warnings;Potential talk of suicide, death, and depression.

I.

All it takes is one moment for everything to change. One simple moment for the shoe to drop and the world to stand still. How foolish she had felt when she had realized that she had forgotten the most important people in her life. Not only that but she had forgotten the most important events of her own life. How could she have forgotten the truth behind her father's death? The truth behind the cults and the mass hysteria that had enveloped the island? How could she have forgotten any of it? The heavy pressure of guilt weighed her down the more she thought about how they'd all rushed to the rooftop, where they'd agreed to meet, only to arrive too late.

Too late. What a horrid pattern those words had become. They had been too late for Shinjiro. Too late for her father. Too late for Chidori. Too late for him. None of them seemed fair. Mitsuru knew it was childish to think of it that way, as something unfair and yet what else was it? After all they had been through, after what they had fought against, they still had lost him. The price seemed far too high but she knew that it was a price they had to pay. The cost was the world after all, and her more pragmatic mind knew one person for the world was too much.

Perhaps it would have been easier to deal with it all had she not found herself going from the roof of her school to the sewers of this place. The clothes she was wearing, a simple white spaghetti strap with a flowing white skirt perfect for summer. A flower was meant to be on the hip of the skirt, she couldn't quite remember the color it was meant to be, but it seemed to have been torn off at some point. Come to think of it, she found her memories of buying the outfit clouded. Not just her memories of that, but also her memories of putting it on in the first place.

The clothing told a story of someone who had been lost in those sewers for more than a few days. Originally everything she had been wearing had been white, but now there were stains of varying colors that had diluted the white into a dirty grey. She was damp, finding herself colder than one should in summer. There was more than the cold though, there was also this increasing disturbing feeling that something was following her. She wrapped her arms around herself as she blankly looked around at the city itself.

"Aterat," she the words aloud with a hauntingly empty sound to her voice. Something wet touched her cheeks and she reached up to wipe the tears that were suddenly falling away. She needed to get out of the streets and...where? To the building she called hers in this place? Why was her mind so jumbled? It was both frustrating and depressing in a way she couldn't figure out how to place. In the end, she didn't choose to go back to the buildings, instead she choose to continue wandering.

Eventually, she found herself at the newly discovered beach. The sun was setting and in a strange turn of events for someone like Mitsuru, she found herself simply sitting down on the shore. It wasn't as though her clothes could get any worse than they currently looked. Besides, the state of her clothing was the least of her worries at the moment.

II. Sewers Entrance: mid July

Two weeks. One in the sewers and one fully back in this place. Since her return Mitsuru h ad kept almost entirely to herself. If she spoke to people, if she ran into them, it was solely on accident. When she had fallen into her own thoughts back home she had been pulled out with the help of her friends. That experience had driven her to realize that one needed to face pain and continue on for the sake of others. But how did she uphold that now? Now that she had been ripped away from everything right at the moment they had seen their friends body lifeless in Aigis' arms. There had been no time to process what she had seen there. Everyone had fallen silent as the full weight of it had come crashing down on every single one of them.

And then she found herself coming out of the sewers in this place. Immediately she'd found her heart aching for those she left behind. Realistically, as her memories had become less fuzzy, she had known they wouldn't notice her absence. It was not as though she too had abandoned them. Yet...strangely she found herself feeling...alone. The logical thought there would be to reach out to others, but she didn't. She couldn't find it in her to speak much at all. Everything about it hurt far too much. In this place, separated from the others that might pull her out of it, all she could do was blame herself. The Kirijo Group had caused Minato's fate. She had brought him into it. She had encouraged him to take the position as their leader. Did that mean that his death was on her hands?

Perhaps Akihiko would remind her that he was the one that had actually been the one to suggest it to Minato, and that Minato could have rejected the offer. Perhaps if Yukari were here she could slap her out of it again and remind her that they all had made a vow to fight on together. But they were not here and all she found herself doing was falling into her own depressed thoughts of the cost of their victory.

"One life for the world," she said aloud in that same hollow voice as she came out of the sewers. She held a rapier in one hand that was dripping with some sort of substance and in the other she put her evoker back into it's holster on her hip. What was this young red-haired woman doing going in and out of the sewers almost every night? That was anyone's guess.