2017-10-04: 'Self'
- Cutscene: 'Self'
- Cast:Riesenlied
- Where: Riesenlied's mind
- Date: 5th October 2017
- Summary: Riesenlied faces her fragmented psyche once more, in the wake of her gazing upon her own muddled memories...
The dead, frozen girl smiles as she places her hands behind her back, besotted sleeves partially hiding the ever-fresh blood on her fingers. Soon now. Are you awake?
Riesenlied pauses, jarred into wakefulness as she finds herself seated within the room once more. "... I'm awake."
The room is as dark and cold as ever, frosted over with an unending chill. Yet, a large mechanism has shattered on one side of the room, where a massive, ancient padlock once sat. Broken links of chains are scattered about it.
Look at you, taking a step forward. Are you satisfied? The girl steps forward, placing a hand on Riesenlied's cheek. Blood is left on her scales. I'm not satisfied.
Riesenlied's lips thin as she stares towards her, though her eyes are difficult to parse past the curtain of fringes that cover them. There's a glint of anger in them.
You know why I'm angry. Noeline and Id asked you to see yourself. To do it for /yourself/. But you didn't, did you? 'It was to protect Wayside. It was to fulfill a promise.' There's a growing snarl of anger, a rare point of passionate hatred growing from the girl as she berates further.
There's an uncomfortable look from Riesenlied as she glances aside, murmuring, "Does the reason truly matter? I still-- I looked--"
You know damn well it does, you coward! The girl seizes her by her collar, drawing her closer. Her teeth grit for a moment, as if she could draw blood from her own lifeless body. You still bury yourself in denial. That's why you never do anything for yourself, is it? You gather friends around yourself, doing pithy favours for them, so you can continue to look away from your own empty damn 'self'!
She nearly spits. She lets go, pushing Riesenlied back towards the seat. She looks lost, defeated.
Pitiful. A lot of people look up to you, but maybe Ida was right all along. You fake. You false saint. Does something like a 'self' truly exist inside of you? 'Seek the new world, that we may all flourish together'. A convenient, ready-made truth for you to grab off the shelf and use.
The girl shakes her head in disgust as she turns around, moving to step into the shadows of the room.
'Self' is a concept you conveniently borrowed from Nasrin to endow you with a sense of strength. Because you are weak. You are nothing.
You are Tainted.