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She could still feel everything. She could still sense everything. The hands running over her body, the lips that taunted her, toyed with her, played with her, the way she wanted to scream but no sound could escape her lips, the way Kora's mind was warped beyond recognition, the way she was taken and used and her love for Shiro was soiled by his touch. She was powerless, just a useless doll that was unable to do anything to protect her body and purity for Shiro, her body was sacred, it was a tool of her sacred ritual with Shiro and he was stamping on it, turning it into his own fun, dirtying the meaning behind everything. She felt someone grab her and hold her and Nee didn't struggle, she was too busy panicking to struggle, her mind was already going back in time.
A voice broke through the dark veil of terror and misery, the only voice that really could do anything like that. A voice of the one she loved, like an angel reaching to protect the crying child who was locked in her room, with only the balcony as a hint of freedom. Shiro telling her that it was okay, Shiro telling her that she would overwrite everything. Nee shivered, she trembled, she was having trouble bringing air into her lungs. "Make it stop." Nee quivered, desperately holding onto the only safe place she had - Shiro. "Don't look, don't look, don't see, it hurts, it hurts, make it go away, make it gone, please, please..."
She was babbling now, not making sense at all as she clung to Shiro and was brought into the palace, away from the harmful, painful things. Shiro was given an injection and Nee squeezed her intended more, not trusting herself to be able to walk or do anything at all. A phone rang and then what was shown next made it all worse. No, if Cress's secrets were spilled, if her shame was shown to the world, no, no, she couldn't. "Cress." Narcia whimpered, staring in blind panic. "Save her. Don't let it happen to her, make it stop, I can't take it, I'm scared!" She was falling to pieces, bit by bit. Xion patted her on the head. "I'll give out the alert to the knights on standby. If anything happens, Heron will stop it." Xion promised gently.
Nee was being overwhelmed by this unending torrent of trauma and despair and there was only one thing she could really do. She wanted comfort, she wanted it to be better, she didn't want to feel like this anymore. So Narcia wriggled out of her dress, not noticing that they weren't in privacy yet, revealing just her underwear and she held onto Shiro ."Overwrite, make it better, Shi, please please, take his hands away, make it your hands, overwrite and take it all away, okay? Okay?" The Ice Queen was hysterical, she was shivering, all she could focus on was the need for comfort and ease and safety and security, and Shiro was the only one who could provide all of that.
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Apparently Cress also had similar emotions that Kora had. They both had trauma, and because of it, they both felt that they didn't deserve love. Aya let out a bit of a whistling noise and shook her head. "No one should be disqualified from love just because of their bodies or traumas." The lamb said seriously. It was true, after all. You couldn't help the things that happened to you. Everyone deserved love, in the end. Well, everyone with a body, at least. Aya knew she wouldn't ever have her own love fulfilled, but if Kora could, then she didn't mind, either. "Honestly, furniture? Kora really was a coward." Aya shook her head derisively, but happy that Cress accepted the friendship proposal.
Heron reacted as she always did, abrasive and arrogant, and it was nice seeing that her little sister's memories were accurate. Heron really did want to play the possessive girlfriend here, and while Aya wasn't going to steal Cress away, she hoped Kora could somehow find a place for herself in this weird and strange triangle. "Cress is mine! I won't hand her to you!" The scarlet knight declared, flustered, and Aya gave Cress a mischievous wink. "Cress has two facets, you know. You can't fulfill the half that wants to protect and guide someone younger." Heron was about to fight back again but Cress stopped it, confirming that there was nothing of the sort going on. Honestly, though, it was weird seeing knights getting along with the locals. Aya was used to knights being cruel and oppressive, beating up the lower tiered people for fun. Times really had changed, so maybe not all knights were evil now.
That was when her phone rang, and a code went through that only knight phones could receive. Code Orange was the message, and Aya dug into her knight sister's memories to try and remember what it was. The answer came up and the lamb tensed up visibly - Heron herself also stiffened. Code Orange was the knight's code that meant the VIP was being watched, VIP meaning Princess Cress in this case. So things weren't as peaceful as they seemed, then, were they? But now, all the knights would be on alert while Cress happily worked on her the garden, explaining the layout for the next section they were going to do, of the flags and the colors.
"Two nations working together, huh?" Aya started getting to work, planting the sky blue of Ashia Palace that signified Lake Asphodel's fog and mist that always shimmered and rippled on the surface, while Heron was getting to work on the red that represented the strength of Tartaria's scorching sun. That was when Aya saw it, a little twinkle in the distance, atop one of the roofs of Gehenna's underground buildings. Aya got up and pretended to stretch, aiming her wrist in the direction of the gleam, and squeezed the button on her palm, a knife shooting out. There was a clink and a fuzz - whatever was watching them was now broken. "Hah. Idiot." If there was anyone that knew anything about sneaking around, it was a Rubble, after all. You couldn't sneak around a Rubble, especially one on alert.