[ And amidst the chaos that is cleaning, she feels a strange pulse, a tug at her heart as well as her mind. She almost staggers, clutching to the broom she holds through mid-swing at a web. Dropping the broom, her now-free hand goes to over her face, and she shuts her eyes tightly as a strange vision overcomes her.
No, not a vision. They're memories, but they're not hers. A whole slew of them, whirling within her thoughts, blinking in and out of the periphery of her perception. Images of people smiling, shouting, yelling, fighting killing victory slaughtering spears swords coughing blood lots of blood mud rain--
And then death. She feels that the palms of her hands are wet. Tears, those are hers. She can't stop them; it hurts. It hurts to suddenly have these memories. No warning from one of Amaterasu's messengers could have prepared her. ] Lu Meng... [ She knows his name because that's what others had shouted at him as he lay there, cold. Dying. Breathing his last. She knows his name from Romance of the Three Kingdoms, too. To think that he would be--
Sanae looks up, and as luck would have it, not far off. She knows where he is, and within the next moment she abandons the broom, letting it clatter to the ground, and begins to run towards the figure she's seen in those memories. ] Lu-- [ In the next moment, he's going to have a young woman dressed like a miko rushing up to him and bringing him into an embrace. She's sobbing, because she knows she can't tell him what she saw, and she wouldn't dare with all the taboo that it holds, but she's still sorry. She's sorry that she wasn't there to help him. Even if she isn't from the same world or even era. ] Lu Meng....
[ She's got a big heart. Lots of things make her cry. But this? This is making her sob. ]
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No, not a vision. They're memories, but they're not hers. A whole slew of them, whirling within her thoughts, blinking in and out of the periphery of her perception. Images of people smiling, shouting, yelling, fighting killing victory slaughtering spears swords coughing blood lots of blood mud rain--
And then death. She feels that the palms of her hands are wet. Tears, those are hers. She can't stop them; it hurts. It hurts to suddenly have these memories. No warning from one of Amaterasu's messengers could have prepared her. ] Lu Meng... [ She knows his name because that's what others had shouted at him as he lay there, cold. Dying. Breathing his last. She knows his name from Romance of the Three Kingdoms, too. To think that he would be--
Sanae looks up, and as luck would have it, not far off. She knows where he is, and within the next moment she abandons the broom, letting it clatter to the ground, and begins to run towards the figure she's seen in those memories. ] Lu-- [ In the next moment, he's going to have a young woman dressed like a miko rushing up to him and bringing him into an embrace. She's sobbing, because she knows she can't tell him what she saw, and she wouldn't dare with all the taboo that it holds, but she's still sorry. She's sorry that she wasn't there to help him. Even if she isn't from the same world or even era. ] Lu Meng....
[ She's got a big heart. Lots of things make her cry. But this? This is making her sob. ]