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Five year old Nee sat in her room. There wasn't anything to do and her lady in waiting often didn't play with her so Nee didn't do much but wait for Mama to come back from work and play with her. She had to be a good girl, even if she was here by herself, because good girls got to play with Mama, so it was okay, wasn't it? Nee wasn't lonely, she was okay, right? As long as she could be a good girl. So Mama came back, like she always did, entering the room, and behind her there was something. Earlier this year, Mama promised to make Nee a friend, a friend delivered with special power called "Nui's Love" , and now it was Nee's birthday. She didn't like calling herself Narcia, because accepting Narcia meant accepting that she had to learn to grow up and become an adult. Nee wanted to be a child, she still wanted to play and see how wonderful the world was.
"Here, Narica." Narina said, bending town with a warm smile. A toy was placed in Nee's hands. Duckie. The girl stared in awe and squeezed Duckie close to her. "I made it, with Mama's love, see? With Mama's love and Nui's love, this toy has been delivered to you. It's magic." Nee knew it was magic, she knew it was! "Mama's magic!" Of course, to Narina, the toy wasn't just a promise. It was a way for her to justify and rationalize her own actions. Neglecting her daughter and leaving her all alone whenever she was swamped with ruling, with living with the knowledge that the man she loved would always love another man, and she came to visit her daughter less and less as time went on.
To Nee, Duckie represented a promise. Duckie wasn't just, Duckie wasn't just an imaginary friend. To the lonely girl's heart, who cried because of how lonely she was, who wanted someone to play with her and talk to her and be with her, Duckie was a real life breathing friend. Duckie wasn't just an imaginary friend, Duckie was a symbol of the good days Nee and Mama had. Duckie changed the sad nights of loneliness from mama and papa not playing with her to happy nights where she and Duckie could play and be happy, all to themselves. Duckie allowed Nee to escape the fact that she was a sad lonely girl, and because of Duckie, she clung to it and her own childishness, refusing to mature or grow older because if she accepted the name Narcia, it meant Mama wouldn't come play with her anymore.
So when the successor was let out of the room of spider and nightmares, and there was no trace left of Duckie's corpse on the floor, Narcia never again played with her mother, and the sad nights of loneliness returned.
The Ice Queen opened her eyes, not remembering anything at all in her dream, and saw the door to the room was open. Kora - or Aya was there, and gave a half wave. The girl that was turned into an experiment, and there was no hint of blame or resentment in her amber eyes. "Hey. I was just telling Shiro what happened to me." She said and Nee knew that this was the lamb's way of telling her that the lie was put in place. Hopefully with this, Shiro wouldn't see a need to search out the truth. She waved and left the room and it was just Nee and Shiro now.
"Good morning, Shi." Narcia said and hugged her intended, embracing her. "We have a long day ahead of us, don't we?" Today they were going to have to plan out their wedding, as well as give out the speech to hopefully quell everyone. "A wedding for the two of us, a wedding to give the people a happy event to talk about..." It was sad that politics entered the sacred sphere of love that the two had. Marrying because it was a convenient time, marrying because they needed to show the people love, Nee wondered if it was possible to not feel the stabbing pains of guilt.
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Aya had to fulfill her part of the plan to keep Shiro in the dark. From her memories - or to be more honest, Kora's memories - the little blonde bundle of joy was definitely someone. Her life was a hard one, and Aya wished that she and Kora could have gotten along in the early days of the rebellion. It was interesting, then, that they eventually did become friends over therapy, due to their similarities. Being furniture, and the two learning how to transcend their status as furniture and become human. Aya wondered those things as she peed, and unlike Kora, who had grown used to it, Aya let out a squeak of pain as the burning sensation filled her urethra, making it unbearable. "This is your pain, sis." Aya murmured in the bathroom of the knight barracks. "This is your face. Your chest, your legs... your special spot..."
Here it was. Because of this, Kora firmly believed she was furniture, and that she wasn't worthy of love. "You aren't furniture, silly." Aya whispered, wishing there was a way to get this message across to her sister. "You deserve love too." It wasn't even as bad as the memories showed, and Aya had a sneaking suspicion Corren did something to it during the coma to make it not look so horrific and mangled - something Kora was horribly afraid of. Now, of course, Aya had to examine this. No, Kora didn't really consider herself furniture. This was her way of running away from the truth that she couldn't compete with Heron for Cress's love. It was her way to justify not even trying.
And then she turned Aya into an excuse too, running away from the problem instead of trying to actually deal with it. "You're an idiot, sister. So helpless without me, aren't you?" Aya sighed, and put on her knight's uniform with the grey armband to signify her rank. She did a few practice movements with the knife launcher and the gravity drive, but Aya didn't have the talent like Kora did. It was fine though, she was happy that silly clumsy Kora managed to find a way to be happy. Even if dad kept on beating her, even if she was tortured and violated, at least Kora had found a path in life that she could succeed in.
"Good morning, Shiro!" Aya said to Shiro after going to her room with General Cherubim's permission. According to the memories, Shiro didn't have the mental capacity to understand that she wasn't the Aya she knew, but Aya decided that there was no real harm. "It's Aya. I'm your friend too, aren't I?" She giggled and patted the girl's head, Shiro was crying for some reason and Narcia, the fragile princess, was still asleep. "Shh, it's okay. Calm down, I'm here. Thanks for making friends with my sister, Kora."
Of course, she needed to tell Shiro the lie, to pacify her and satisfy her. So Aya rubbed at the stitches Corren placed at the back of her head, feeling faintly uncomfortable with how they felt on her head. "We saved you from Ramiel's android after saying goodbye to you that night. That's a knight's duty, after all." Yes, Aya felt that she could befriend Shiro, even if the pup didn't understand which Aya she was. And with that, she had to go. The ship was ready for her to be taken to Tartaria. "I'm leaving for Tartaria, but we'll always be friends." Narcia woke up so Aya gave her a bit of a farewell as well, leaving the room.