IN THE FOREST OF THE LOST

[beathollow]

it's all too perfect.

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[beathollow]

...

It seems to settle on his shoulder.

It's safer to not get involved. But I'll watch over you.

[emptyself]

Thank you.

[ he genuinely means it. ]

It might be safer for us, but… we have to save Mafuyu, even if she’s too shy to ask for help.

[beathollow]

Is that what you think it is?

[emptyself]

Maybe, maybe not. I’m not really sure. Maybe it is our own selfishness that wants to save her.

[ but he seems determined, regardless. ]

But even if she hates us for it, I want to help her know that she’s not alone. I can’t fix her problems, but we can at least be there with her.

[beathollow]

...

It wasn't shyness that kept her from asking for help. It was fear. No one would believe her, after all. And the Queen knows everything.

[emptyself]

Does that mean that she knows we're talking right now?

[beathollow]

The Queen doesn't know about us. She doesn't perceive us, because we are evidence of the pain she's caused. Everything else in the forest, she knows, though.

[emptyself]

That does sound pretty scary. And it's hard to live when the things you want go against what the people want for you.

[ he can understand that much, at least. well, it's not like the elders were ever angry with him, though. ]

Wait, I never asked for your name. I'm Soujuurou. [ yeah he's going to ask the shapeless light for a name. why not. ]

[beathollow]

... MEIKO. That is my name. I am... a fragment of Mafuyu. Those feelings in your heart... I will guard them for you.

[emptyself]

Meiko. It's nice to meet you.

[ he nods, the concept of her being a fragment of mafuyu's heart flying way over his head.

something does catch his attention though. ]

The feelings in my heart? What do you mean?

[beathollow]

A heart is a delicate thing, and we are born from feelings. Though I prefer to observe, we exist to protect the heart of those in our care. For now, you are in mine.

[emptyself]

I see. I'm sorry I've troubled you, then. [ he'll give the light a quick bow. ] But I'll do my best to help her in return.

[beathollow]

...

The light seems to give an approving glow, and for a moment a ghost of a brown haired woman appears, ruffling his hair a little.

The red ribbon on her wrist has moved to his own.