[Perhaps if this really were what it was with Sakura's memories, of the Illusion card, the bullets might not have worked to harm it. But it seems a little different in this case. Because when he aims and the bullet hits, she goes down. Sakura's eyes are closed, but she still hears the gun go off. Just the once. But maybe that's all that is needed.
She's still not sure if it's over, so she asks, tentatively, unsure on removing her hands from her ears or opening her eyes.]
Is....is it over? You....? [Shot her 'mother'? Sakura isn't sure what to feel about that. Guilt? Confusion? Anger? Overwhelmed at the situation in general, probably.]
[ and she’s down for the count. honestly, this was the easier of the fog he’s seen, it terms of takedown— emotional whiplash, on the other hand, it might have to be borderline the worst. shooting a kid’s not-mother isn’t something he had planned not took pleasure in doing; it was necessary. he waits to watch for any extra sign of movement from the fallen figure, and with the fog seeming to roll away with her desintegration— he returns the gun to its holster and offers him her hand. ]
See the fog? [ it’s rolling back. it’s leaving. ] Who knows what it could’ve done if it got to you.
[ he kneels, to be more face to face with her. ] That wasn’t your mom.
[She peeks through her hands, still hesitant, not wanting to see the figure, but Sakura does then reach for his offered hand, noting the way the fog seems to be dispersing now. Because the figure was dealt with?]
....I know she died. I just...part of me hoped...
[That it was real, somehow. That they could be a family again, with at least one of their parents. Unfortunately, this too was some trick.]
[What had she hoped for? A hug? The chance to tell her mother she loved her and actually remember it? Sakura isn't sure exactly. But either way, it's not going to happen and never was going to. And she isn't sure how to feel about that. She'd been secure in accepting that for years already, but this....this didn't help.]
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She's still not sure if it's over, so she asks, tentatively, unsure on removing her hands from her ears or opening her eyes.]
Is....is it over? You....? [Shot her 'mother'? Sakura isn't sure what to feel about that. Guilt? Confusion? Anger? Overwhelmed at the situation in general, probably.]
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See the fog? [ it’s rolling back. it’s leaving. ] Who knows what it could’ve done if it got to you.
[ he kneels, to be more face to face with her. ] That wasn’t your mom.
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....I know she died. I just...part of me hoped...
[That it was real, somehow. That they could be a family again, with at least one of their parents. Unfortunately, this too was some trick.]
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[ that shouldn’t be a reason to stop hoping for anything, but. there are times and places for it. there are situations for it. ]
You just need to know what you’re hoping for.
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[What had she hoped for? A hug? The chance to tell her mother she loved her and actually remember it? Sakura isn't sure exactly. But either way, it's not going to happen and never was going to. And she isn't sure how to feel about that. She'd been secure in accepting that for years already, but this....this didn't help.]