Week 2, Friday Night

[walktodeath]

[ This sure was a day and then it kept being an evening and now Jester is back. Though Tokiko can't say she approves of his actions, she's not really the type to get mad about the murder of people she had no investment in (and who are alive again anyway). What counts for her is that she got along with Jester pretty well, threats of killing her for insolence aside. What counts to her is that his last words resonated.

So at some point when Jester has safely vacated the car roof during a moment of Dimitri Distraction, Tokiko's moving away from the festivities to seek him out. ]

So. Should it be congratulations or condolences on your revial?

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[sixhearted]

[He's surprised at the compliment to be honest but he doesn't disagree.]

And it's because I could sense you were a young lady of taste and would appreciate the elegance of it! Perhaps at some point we will figure out a way to get our powers back, and I may show you.

[A pause.]

But I am curious what particular tribulation of youth has driven you to this point of despair.

[walktodeath]

I don't think I'm desperate.

[ Yes, she has no true will to live. No, she isn't upset about it or anything. She doesn't even think she's sad. Maybe a little lonely? Maybe.

But she can explain it for Jester. He certainly deserves the answer. ]

There's just nothing that I want to do. From the very start of my life I've prioritized the people around me. Those who give me something earn my loyalty in turn and I will repay them. There were people in my life who gave me lots and lots of things, whom I loved. My father, my friend, one of my sisters...

They're all dead now. My whole family died, a number of them because they couldn't bear being related to me. I'm not upset about that exactly - I'd rather they show their honest hatred and act on it as they desire than put on a brave face.

It may just be that they all died because I truly am cursed. After all, I was informed that I don't have a soul. I may never have had it. So quite possibly my brother was right when he tried to kill me to protect the rest of the family from my curse. It was in vain, of course.

Well, no matter. Whatever the case may have been, I have nothing left. Nothing I love, nothing I owe anything to.

This leaves me in a state of being able to freely decide on my next step... I can make the decision that makes me happiest.

And if there's nothing worth living for, then that choice may simply be death.