Kitchen at Uraharas
Aug 31, 2024 19:56:58 GMT -6
Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Aug 31, 2024 19:56:58 GMT -6
Evita shook her head. “Fair’s fair,” she declared, standing up. Her eyes glittered as she joined Sojiro at the sink and began to wash her dishes. She’d pried into his head, he could ask this. And maybe, it would help.
She turned off the water. “I don’t know where I fit now after coming back here after the war.”
“What do you mean?” Sojiro asked, still standing nearby.
She didn’t look at him, just focused on the bubbles in the sink. “The gods sent me back here, yet I carry my father’s blood. But am I still his- Aizen’s daughter if coming bak makes me feel better than anything else since my mom’s death? Even if no one says anything about it, does it make me a failure like my half sister?”
“No one’s a failure,” Sojiro replied quickly. When she glared at him for interrupting, he raised his hands. “Sorry.”
I’ll wait, whispered from his mind.
Evita ignored the dull hubbub. She set the bowl and spoon in the rack and walked back over to her seat, bringing one leg up to rest her arms on. “Something in me broke when I was taken at the start of the war, and other parts about me changed as soon as my mom died. Because of me.”
“It wasn’t-” Sojiro started speaking again, but this time shut up.
Did she stop him? She didn’t care. Evita wrapped her arms around herself, looking at the floor from her half-curled position, not sure why she wanted to continue talking now that she had started. Even when it prodded at a weak spot inside her.
She hated showing weakness…
“In Las Noches, when I finally emerged from my room there, Aizen- Father told me to choose my place. Back then, I wanted to erase what happened so I moved forward. But I knew it wouldn’t matter.” She paused. “Something in that realm called to me… but I knew if I answered, it would destroy me. The strength I should have had in that place was gone. I had no answer. For me, Mom…. Ichi, or Father.”
Evita, you’re not alone.
She closed her eyes, calling herself all different sorts of idiots for going on like this, especially when she could hear more than her own thoughts. Maybe she enjoyed pain…
“I didn’t belong there, but I should have, and I don’t know what happened to break my connection. Is it because Ichi and Mom raised me? Or was that what I lost when I was broken?”
She turned off the water. “I don’t know where I fit now after coming back here after the war.”
“What do you mean?” Sojiro asked, still standing nearby.
She didn’t look at him, just focused on the bubbles in the sink. “The gods sent me back here, yet I carry my father’s blood. But am I still his- Aizen’s daughter if coming bak makes me feel better than anything else since my mom’s death? Even if no one says anything about it, does it make me a failure like my half sister?”
“No one’s a failure,” Sojiro replied quickly. When she glared at him for interrupting, he raised his hands. “Sorry.”
I’ll wait, whispered from his mind.
Evita ignored the dull hubbub. She set the bowl and spoon in the rack and walked back over to her seat, bringing one leg up to rest her arms on. “Something in me broke when I was taken at the start of the war, and other parts about me changed as soon as my mom died. Because of me.”
“It wasn’t-” Sojiro started speaking again, but this time shut up.
Did she stop him? She didn’t care. Evita wrapped her arms around herself, looking at the floor from her half-curled position, not sure why she wanted to continue talking now that she had started. Even when it prodded at a weak spot inside her.
She hated showing weakness…
“In Las Noches, when I finally emerged from my room there, Aizen- Father told me to choose my place. Back then, I wanted to erase what happened so I moved forward. But I knew it wouldn’t matter.” She paused. “Something in that realm called to me… but I knew if I answered, it would destroy me. The strength I should have had in that place was gone. I had no answer. For me, Mom…. Ichi, or Father.”
Evita, you’re not alone.
She closed her eyes, calling herself all different sorts of idiots for going on like this, especially when she could hear more than her own thoughts. Maybe she enjoyed pain…
“I didn’t belong there, but I should have, and I don’t know what happened to break my connection. Is it because Ichi and Mom raised me? Or was that what I lost when I was broken?”
