"Please don't be scared. I'm still the same person... dead or not."
Tears bead along Ryū’s lids, staring at the incorporeal form of her friend. Wilting, she feels the ground beneath her knees as she loses her legs.
“…not you, too,” she whispers, palms resting against the earth as she bows her head. Her fingers curl, digging into the dirt as she feels anger at herself bubble beneath her skin.
How many more? How many more people that she loves will she let die?!
She already lives in a maelstrom of spirits within the abandoned compound. Voices, whisper-like touches, shadows in the corners of her eyes…they surround her every waking moment. Both a comfort, and a constant reminder of her failures - of the past she can no longer touch.
And now…there is one more.
Looking up to Rei, she whispers, “I’m s-sorry…I’m so…sorry…”