[Fiammetta Thorne]
She listenedâŠand simply followed. Placing her hands back into her pockets, Fia kept herself quiet, and though much of her remained ever hesitant, she treaded along behind him, the supposed Copy of the âVoid Reaper.â His explanation, the story, the giant lizard and everything thatâd happened in such a short time, it was beyond the realm of crazy by far. Why was it happening to herâŠ? Why to her? None of it made sense to her at all, but in such a situation, nothing would make as much, in truth, she was probably lucky to have retained her senses as she did. Nothing in her head remembered this âMorgan,â only there persisted that familiar sentiment, and the knowledge that his name was one she could never forgetâŠshould forget. That sense however, felt alien to her, it was something that did not feel as if it belonged within her, it conflicted. Between it and herself, Fia felt a conflict beginning. As herself, she knew that what she felt, knowing this âMorgan,â being unable to deny the story told to herâŠthose things did not belong in her mind, there was no place for themâthey came from a source she didnât understand or have access to yet.
But, there they remained, ever present and as real as everything else in her head and heart. Whether foreign or not, the sense she felt was real. It doesnât belong though. All of this, none of it belongs inside of me. she thought, sighing while walking along behind the Copy.
This was not the life she was meant to lead, this sort of thing wasnât supposed to be for her, with her. The life she was meant to lead was a stolen one that remained the same day in and out, it was meant to be a punishment, for having taken her sisterâs place on the earth. I shouldnât beâŠfollowing, yet I canât stop my legs from moving beneath me now. That sense wonât let me.
Something within Fia felt like it clicked off as she came to realize this. The expression upon her face became a blank one, even the usual scowl she carried faded away. What was happening to her now, the fact that she was unable to control her own two legs, to keep them from moving; it was just too muchâŠ. In a life she was suppose to be living for the sake of remembering her sisterâs death, she was doing nothing of what she shouldâve. Cosetteâs memory was slipping away, too quickly, and replaced with these unknown feelings.
Following him up into the apartment, Fia looked at the âcopyâ with a vacant expression, âYour room is the last room on the left in the eastern corridor, with its matching bathroom connected to it. You may rearrange it however you wish, come and go as you please. I simply ask that you do not leave the apartment for the time being.â To this, Fia gave him a quiet nod before she took to walking along, legs moving beneath her again without her thinking about it, going along as if the way were known to her already. The surroundings of the apartment were familiar, or they felt as much, though the part of Fia that knew that this was wrong, that she shouldnât be aware of these things remained.
But, there is a part of me which feels as if I am home. There were still no conscious memories surfacing within her head, but Fia felt like this wereâŠa place where she belonged. All of this business, she didnât understand it still, none of it yet made sense to herâshe only could grasp at bits and pieces of it. Without a word, Fia stopped, right before a doorâa red one. Setting her sage-eyes upon it, she blinked, staring before it was she took a hand out of her pocket, and set it upon the handle, before she slowly turned itâŠ. Stepping through and into the room.