a winter labyrinth

[townmusician]

断ち切るしかないんだろ
注いだ冬は心のラビリンス
後戻りなんて出来ないから
やりきるしかないんだろ
黒い気持ちと手を繋いだって構わない
抱きしめたっていいh

I have to break free
This pouring winter is my heart's labyrinth
I can't go back anymore, so
I have to finish this
I don't care if you took my hand with dark motives
I want you to hold me close

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[townmusician]

[It's a room! The only thing in it seems to be the theater, and there's not much space between the theater and the walls.]

[cleansewithfire]

[ Huh. Kind of like she's in her own self-contained bubble... How's she supposed to get out of this?










She attempts to kick the wall (17) as an experiment.]

[townmusician]

[Wow! What did the wall do to her! It's innocent!

...

But the wall is just a wall, and she manages to kick a small hole into it.]

[cleansewithfire]

[ Sorry wall, she's on a mission here.

So she's kicking it again (12) to try and get the hole big enough for her to crawl through. ]

[townmusician]

[The hole gets bigger! As she keeps at it, she'll be able to make a hole big enough for her to crawl through. Good thing she's pretty small, so she won't be here all day.]

[cleansewithfire]

[ Some people might have second thoughts about crawling through a hole to gods-know-where, but not Sunrise. In she goes. ]

[townmusician]

[imagine if i just dumped her back into the labyrinth












But no, Sunrise is in a plain, barren room. Unfortunately, Haruka is there too.]

[cleansewithfire]

[ ...She has to wonder if the barren room has particular significance, though she also knows she's terrible at things like metaphors.

She will, however, approach Haruka.]

Mr. Haruka.

[townmusician]

Sunrise.

[Haruka doesn't seem surprised to see her, but he was just sitting there watching her kick through the wall, so... he had plenty of warning...]

[cleansewithfire]

[ It's like Sunrise's approach to problems usually is to hit them until they cease to be problems. ]

...You were just waiting here?

[townmusician]

Yeah? Where else would I be?

[It's his palace! He doesn't have anywhere else to go!]

[cleansewithfire]

I would not know. I just did not think you would be able to sit in an empty room, even if you can see everything else that is happening here.

[townmusician]

It's a bit plain, isn't it?

I don't need to sell myself a happy ending, though.

[cleansewithfire]

Why not?

[ It's asked in the tone of a genuine, honest-to-god question. ]

[townmusician]

My happiness isn't important. At least not for my fans.

[Because what's important for them is his image, and they'll assume from there.]

[cleansewithfire]

[ For some reason, Sunrise finds herself thinking of Five Echoes back home, and the image is one of raw indignation that Sunrise doesn't necessarily understand but can already imagine, nonetheless. ]

But what about you?

[townmusician]

[Haruka looks over at her, raising an eyebrow.]

What do you mean?

[cleansewithfire]

Is your happiness not important to you?

[townmusician]

Do you think I'm unhappy?

[...]

It's not exactly my first priority, though.

[cleansewithfire]

At least, you do not seem happy.

[ And...well, if he was, this palace would probably be going differently, she thinks. ]

[townmusician]

Mm, maybe I'm not.

[If he was happy this palace would have been a circus.]

I'm used to it, though.

[cleansewithfire]

[ There's a long pause, in the way how Sunrise doesn't speak until the thought has fully formed. ]

...I do not think anyone living should be used to it.

[townmusician]

That's an idealistic way to look at the world, isn't it?

[cleansewithfire]

I would not know if this is "idealistic" or not.

[ She says this so straightforwardly because from her perspective, this is true—the notion of whether it's idealism hadn't crossed her mind. ]

I just know that people have regrets, and it can be difficult to find happiness while carrying them. Some people never do. ...So I think being used to it is lonely.

[ ... ]

And you still tried to give me something that would make me happy, even though I am a mistake.

[townmusician]

[A mistake and a failure—name a more iconic duo.]

So, we should try to live without regrets?

[Which is an impossible ask, depending on how you look at regret. It's impossible to do everything right all the time, so it's inevitable to stumble, to fail, to lose, but accepting those things isn't the same as regretting them.

And even if you somehow manage to be perfect, there can also be regret that tags along with "what if"s.]

The chips weren't anything special, anyways.