2018-12-28: Scattered Pieces

• Cutscene: Scattered Pieces
• Cast: Malfi
• Where: The Carakin, Arctican Tundra
• Date: 2018-12-28 (ICly takes place 12-2 to 12-3, after 2018-12-28: Giri)
• Summary: While recuperating Malfi comes to a terrifying realization about herself.

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Malfi lay recuperating. With five reboots in half as many days, she was weak.

                Unfit.

                        Unworthy.

                                Defective.

"Tainted," she whispers, tears creeping down her temples into her makeshift pillow. She'd be thrown away, cast out, cast down--

No. There was no Gutter any more, no Photosphere. Both were lost, along with the war.

She didn't know how or why she'd survived, when so many of her friends were dead.

                Especially those she'd helped kill.

                        Because they'd stayed loyal to Mother.

                                Who was also now dead.

Elvis had made it to an escape pod after pounding the life out of Mother. She had no idea what had happened to Fenrir.

All Malfi knew was that she didn't deserve to live, when so many had died. Maybe she should look for Fenrir. It's not like the other Tainted would welcome her.

Not after the way she'd betrayed Wayside to Siegfried.

Now dead. She feels the losses keenly -- home, friends, faith.

Surely this was just a bad dream.

wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up

Wake in her cramped cot in the Photosphere's barracks, with its comforting hum and thrum all around her, Mother's presence the warp to her children's woof. Wake to squabble over a turn at the showers and a mediocre breakfast.

Or conversely, sleep, dark and dreamless. This had to be a nightmare, had to be.