[She wakes up with a scream volting out of her throat.
For a long time, Nanami sits up on her bed, breathing hard. It takes a long time for her to realize that she is in her room, as well as the fact that she's no longer in pain. Her head is not smashed in and there are no broken mirror shards in her flesh. Finally, she releases a shaky sigh into her hands.
She should have expected that it would be a trap. She doesn't blame anyone involved - not for killing her the first time or the second. All of them just wanted to go home; Nanami can't blame them for that, even if they hurt her. But betrayal is still betrayal, and even if she doesn't blame or hate them, there's a relentless pain that stabs at her heart.
Eventually she'll wander out of her room. She doesn't know why she's back at the inn, but... She supposes there's no point in questioning it now. When Nanami sees some of the people she knows exiting the inn, something hopeful leaps in her chest, but it quickly sinks - no matter how she tries to call out to them, they don't hear her. And when she tries to touch Recette's arm, her hands passes through. Like she's a ghost or something.
...That is what she is now, huh?
Nanami's hands clutch her sleeves. She's... all alone now, isn't she?
All alone again.
Like before. When there were none of the friends she made here. Before her classmates. Before Yukizome. Before Hinata.
Just her and her games. And now she doesn't even have that anymore. Nothing to take away that empty feeling of not having friends.
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For a long time, Nanami sits up on her bed, breathing hard. It takes a long time for her to realize that she is in her room, as well as the fact that she's no longer in pain. Her head is not smashed in and there are no broken mirror shards in her flesh. Finally, she releases a shaky sigh into her hands.
She should have expected that it would be a trap. She doesn't blame anyone involved - not for killing her the first time or the second. All of them just wanted to go home; Nanami can't blame them for that, even if they hurt her. But betrayal is still betrayal, and even if she doesn't blame or hate them, there's a relentless pain that stabs at her heart.
Eventually she'll wander out of her room. She doesn't know why she's back at the inn, but... She supposes there's no point in questioning it now. When Nanami sees some of the people she knows exiting the inn, something hopeful leaps in her chest, but it quickly sinks - no matter how she tries to call out to them, they don't hear her. And when she tries to touch Recette's arm, her hands passes through. Like she's a ghost or something.
...That is what she is now, huh?
Nanami's hands clutch her sleeves. She's... all alone now, isn't she?
All alone again.
Like before. When there were none of the friends she made here. Before her classmates. Before Yukizome. Before Hinata.
Just her and her games. And now she doesn't even have that anymore. Nothing to take away that empty feeling of not having friends.
...Being dead is worse than being killed.]