Aftergathering 6

[clearasmud]

Rule 17 hits like a gutpunch. The plan she'd talked about, as improbable as it already was, had just become much harder.

But something - someone - digs its heels in inside her, the same way it did prior to their most recent trial. The presence of their latest, insurmountable hurdle, has the odd effect of only making Youko more determined.

They're going to win.

There's hot soup, rice, and tea in the kitchen. We're holding a meeting tomorrow morning in the conference room. I want you to be there.

- Youko

Comments

[ninehundredlives]

[The sound of crying cuts off sharply, and Susan rubs her face furiously with her sleeves. Why is anyone even up here? Ugh, she should have just dealt with being in her room...]

Y-yes...?

[clearasmud]

It's just me! Youko!

[ and that's never felt more apt.

what the heck does she say now, though? ]

...Today was disgusting.

[ with that, youko finally steps into view. ]

[ninehundredlives]

[.......why. Why this. Susan rubs a sleeve over her face.]

Yeah. You - you could say that.