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This has to end.

I'm getting really annoyed at all the memories I'm gaining, and the pain that comes with them. I don't want to see the memories that don't belong to me: especially when they're supposed to be private.

... And Satou-chan, if you're reading this: we need to talk.

[action; floor 39]

[She knows how much pain Satou's been through. And the fact that 'Satou' wasn't even her real name. Of course, she didn't necessarily care, or even want to know why she decided to scrap it. But even though she understood, she had to distract herself.

In this case, it was to use magic to carve things into the walls, the floors, everywhere. One of the things she does is put this symbol on the floor, as large as she can. Another is to use the walls to write the same thing over and over, like an ominous sign. "I am Haruhi."

It's her way to keep her from forgetting her 'true' name, her true self. But if anyone shows up, there might be more than one problem on their hands. Because not only was she destroying the floor, she was hurting herself, using a kitchen knife to write her name on her arm. Sorry, Satou's body, but the mental pain has got to stop.]

[ooc: responses will come from

empathetically.]

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[Thankfully, empathy sometimes makes a good radar, so she decides to open the door, a fake smile on her face as she hides her injured right hand.]

Ah-

[ Satou's still not used to a world without empathy. It was torturous enough to adjust to a world without Mikale. Where their hearts weren't linked, where she didn't have someone constantly sending her loving thoughts and negating the pain of being "no one".

Existent.

Even in another body, Satou couldn't escape the pain of feeling unimportant. ]

Haruhi-san... [ She manages a smile in return ] Good day.

Yeah... same here.

[Haruhi's voice is soft and almost devoid of emotion. She then motions toward one of the chairs.]

Go ahead and sit down. This might be a long talk.

Ah... yes?

[ She nods slowly... and sits down. ]

Haruhi-san...? What's wrong?

[Haruhi swallows, shaking her head.]

It's just that... I'm irritated. I hate seeing things that I'm not supposed to see. Especially when they have to do with death. And possible murder.

[She's an ultra detective, after all. She... doesn't want to be the one with blood on her hands. But mulling the memories over, is it possible that this body... killed someone...?]

[ Satou opens her mouth. She can't respond. Not immediately, anyway. Her mind stopped. She knows what Haruhi must be talking about. She had just been locked up in a room with an illusion of one of her victims. ]

ah- [ Her mouth feels dry. ] Is that... so...

... Mm, yeah. I don't want to talk about it unless it's okay.

... I don't want you to misunderstand whatever it is you're remembering, Haruhi-san. So... mm. It's okay...

Same goes for me.

[...]

You... didn't kill anyone, did you...?

[ That's a hard question to answer simply. Since Satou's not sure which instance of murder Haruhi is remembering... she just prays it isn't the one about the boy she's been locking herself up with.

She takes a deep breath, responding more vaguely than she'd like to. ]

... I don't kill unless it's the only way to protect people.

[Haruhi is silent for a moment, not sure whether she should actually answer that or not.]

... Really, now. [Of course, her voice shows that she doesn't exactly trust those words.] And what if you don't remember killing someone?

[That... is possible, right? ~~And suddenly Satou is Natsumi Kimiyoshi.~~]

I don't think that I could ever forget their faces...

[ EXCEPT YOU DID. ]

There's a possibility, though... isn't there? I may not be a psychologist, but sometimes people repress memories of certain events for a reason.

I suppose so... but in that case, you would not remember them...?

Yeah.

[And though it shouldn't, it's hurting. She wants it to go away so badly.]

But... it's bothering me.

I'm sorry for my memories... I hope they will leave you be soon, Haruhi-san.