[ It's strange, being here again. She'd broken her promise that she wouldn't do this. A promise can only go so far though without the people left to uphold it for. "You're not alone anymore, Rosie," he'd said. What a lie that was. Not that she can really speak much on lying, all things considered.
Promises aren't necessarily cheap but, well, when you don't have anyone around to collect on them... It all seems kind of pointless, doesn't it? A lot seems pointless to Rose these days. So it's come down to a choice. She could keep going on and inevitability lose herself to her hunger (she will lose, she knows she will now) or see just how many times it'd take before Hope loses hope and stops reviving her.
Since she doesn't want to give Kite or Yao or her father or anyone the satisfaction of seeing her become the monster they'd all know she would be (not again, never again), she's decided the latter. The blond stands tall on the edge of a building likely just tall enough to kill her on impact. It wouldn't usually, but she's hungry and that hunger has been eating at her in more ways than just mentally. She won't heal. She knows she won't, she know she'll be nothing but a crimson splotch on the ground and yet it's a
long
way
down.
Something is holding her back from actually taking the leap. Something she can't quite discern or understand. It's a chance, at least, for someone below who might see her silhouette to stop her yet. ]
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Promises aren't necessarily cheap but, well, when you don't have anyone around to collect on them... It all seems kind of pointless, doesn't it? A lot seems pointless to Rose these days. So it's come down to a choice. She could keep going on and inevitability lose herself to her hunger (she will lose, she knows she will now) or see just how many times it'd take before Hope loses hope and stops reviving her.
Since she doesn't want to give Kite or Yao or her father or anyone the satisfaction of seeing her become the monster they'd all know she would be (not again, never again), she's decided the latter. The blond stands tall on the edge of a building likely just tall enough to kill her on impact. It wouldn't usually, but she's hungry and that hunger has been eating at her in more ways than just mentally. She won't heal. She knows she won't, she know she'll be nothing but a crimson splotch on the ground and yet it's a
long
way
down.
Something is holding her back from actually taking the leap. Something she can't quite discern or understand. It's a chance, at least, for someone below who might see her silhouette to stop her yet. ]