2017-12-13: The Truth of You and I

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  • Cutscene: The Truth of You and I
  • Cast: Riesenlied, Nasrin al-Rashid (NPC)
  • Where: Riesenlied's Mind
  • Date: 13th December 2017
  • Summary: Riesenlied quietly goes to wash her hands after returning home with Mikaia, but...


Riesenlied quietly returns to her orphanage, offering a kind smile as she lets Mikaia down and watches her run off towards the playpen and pick up her recorder again. Elly had bought it for her, and she'd been practicing nonstop.

She can't get out of her mind how chilling Elly's words were, just before she leapt into the maw of madness...

She turns to the bathroom and steps in, looking up towards her reflection.

Fancy speech.

Riesenlied stares at the icebitten corpse reflected back upon her, her lips frosted and her locks stiff and crumbled over decades of neglect.

Are you finally seeking your own new world? Or do you still hopelessly cling to mine?

Her lips thin as she looks to the dirty basin -- past where the wooden planks have rotted, the air has chilled below freezing. The mirror is cloudy and caked in filth.

You've the habit of clinging to words over four hundred years old. Like the Treaty of Iscariot.

Riesenlied quietly lowers her head and pours water over her hands, washing them softly. There's a terse silence in her.

The water spills... and chokes, burbling as a slimy black blob regurgitates out of the tap-- a deep Taint that seems ever so similar, over her palms.

The mirror cracks. The frozen corpse's grin splits from ear to ear, lengthy as it is scornful.

Is it truly the truth of the past you seek? Or is it that you can't move on...?

The flooring begins to gel and freeze up, lacing around Riesenlied's feet and ankles, trapping her in the mire.

An ear-piercing screech shreds the air, rotting hands bursting from the mirror seams to seize her neck. Viscous blood splatters over the mirror, words coagulating haphazardly--

                                 YOU COWARD                                   

--"Mom? Mooom?"

Riesenlied turns gently as she wipes her clean hands, warmly asking, "Mikaia? What is it, dear?"

"I forgot where I put my sheet music... can you find it with me?"

"We practiced upstairs last night. Just a moment..." she gently towels her hands dry, and slowly shuts the bathroom door. She does not stop to look at the frozen girl's chagrined reflection.

"You coward..."she whispers...