[Dark Precure had burned her invitation, so when she ended up being ordered to attend by her god, she ended up seating herself in the rafters. After she had been basically ordered from leaving back stage.
She... didn't know what to expect. And despite herself, the story ended up resonating with her. Primarily, it was the satisfaction of the samurai achieving absolute defeat over his foes.
But then, there was the little sister. Her recovery, the bond between siblings. As she watched it, it made something burn inside Dark Precure's chest. What was this feeling?
Longing?
Hatred?
Regret?
She didn't understand any of it. But all of it added up to something she felt she was missing, and ultimately, once it was over, she had no idea what to make of all of it. So, after it was over, and the performer was left with an unsatisfying result... she escorted herself out, and stood outside the venue, standing quietly. As she stood, deep in thought, she frowned, and words slipped from her mouth without her realizing it.]
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She... didn't know what to expect. And despite herself, the story ended up resonating with her. Primarily, it was the satisfaction of the samurai achieving absolute defeat over his foes.
But then, there was the little sister. Her recovery, the bond between siblings. As she watched it, it made something burn inside Dark Precure's chest. What was this feeling?
Longing?
Hatred?
Regret?
She didn't understand any of it. But all of it added up to something she felt she was missing, and ultimately, once it was over, she had no idea what to make of all of it. So, after it was over, and the performer was left with an unsatisfying result... she escorted herself out, and stood outside the venue, standing quietly. As she stood, deep in thought, she frowned, and words slipped from her mouth without her realizing it.]
... A lot of effort for it to be all for nothing.