#{ in terms of the original japanese canon. hooogh. you hit the nail on the head. she's hurting and full of indiscriminate rage }

[brinefrolick]

abandoned even by death.

sadako could relate to such grievance. tides at sea; her influence waxed and waned like the moon that controlled them. but ever-present, and unwilling to fade completely. dead by all technicality, yet stuck in this state between. clinging to the physical world; wringing its neck for all it had done to her.

and for what goal? the eradication of humanity? to sit upon a lonely globe, knowing that no one could ever harm her again?

would she be at peace when that happened? the rot cut out like a cancer from flesh, plants and animals all that remain. civilization a mere husk; a remnant. but would she persist? would she finally rest?

... no, this had to be correct. it has to be her goal. if not that, then... what? what else was there for her, doomed to this curse? this virus? this blackness; festering within the heart... all-consuming and bleak.

in one ear and out the other; diamond dust on the winds of winter. her apology was as incompatible as permafrost and brine. frozen wastes that blot sunlight from reaching the vast waters below.

did the ocean fear approaching winter? tides themselves flinching at the first bite of chill in the air?

... and did sadako fear this child?

... was she just mad?

... she didn't know. couldn't make out feelings anymore.

❝ ... yamamura sadako. ❞ ... but the least she could do is give the young one her name. for as vile as it still sounded upon her tongue.

the winter's child is no stranger to spirits . eisworld was a nursery for death without dying , the past ever cradled in her father's icy tendrils . sometimes it felt as though death itself had abandoned the icy country in contempt for tampering with the nature of creation .

sins of the father . . . and she was left to heed their grievances . guilt is more potent that fear -- why else would the child reach out to the frightening spirit so boldly ?

“ oh . sorry . ” it's said in the same vain as if she had touched a sore too roughly . lilli's heart leaps at the invisible force , crystal blue eyes staring wide at the irritated wraith . seems that she could touch her , but not the other way around . lilli isn't so sure if she likes that .

“ what is your name ? and what do you want ? ” lilli inquires . her free hand holds where the force had pushed her , as if she were attempting to rest her hand atop the invisible limb . spirits always want something .

“ do you speak ? ”