IC: "Gray" and NPC (Onu-Koro Hospital)
Although she wasn’t aware of it, she was tossing and turning in bed, her limbs waving like seaweeds in the current, physical manifestations of her inner turmoil as she struggled futilely to rest.
Her mind was enraptured in vivid and chaotic imagery, images that warped reality and bent the mind to its uttermost extremes, forcing her consciousness along a twisted and winding path.
She was dreaming, and they were not sweet. The night mares were at full gallop tonight.
She had failed, failed to do her duty, failed to protect what mattered to her:
The waves were lapping gently against the shore, producing a frothing roar that hollered in her ears to announce the new day beginning. She was already up, sitting down in the sand watching the sunlight creep across the horizon. Beside her sat the man who’d for the longest time been her only friend, the only one who had ever believed in her. He was a man of few words, much like herself, they could find common ground in absolute, serene silence and tranquility.
It was that morning he had presented her with an offer, an offer to finally be something she had only dreamed of; someone who could stand up for both herself and the things she believed in; righteousness, mercy, love.
He had once known a great hero, who had passed his last torch to him, in hopes he would find someone worthy of carrying it further, and now he offered it to her.
Her spirit was confounded by shock, her consciousness abounded with surprise, and her mind buzzed with disbelief. Did he really think her worthy of this?
And he looked her in the eyes, and said that yes, he truly did.
She was reluctant, but slowly, she reached out, her fingertip closing in on the offering, and the power and energy that had rushed into her felt like a new beginning, a new life… a rebirth.
And then… NO.
She woke up with a startled yelp, fighting not to think of that day, when it had happened, that day when she had failed.
She almost hit the roof, snapping her head in the voice’s direction to see the Onu-Matoran, ever smiling so kindly at her. She relaxed just a little.
“Hope you had a good night’s sleep.” Nurse Kay said as she gestured outwards.
“Your belongings have been put out by the entrance, you’re free to leave”
She wobbled to her feet, nodding to the Nurse with a glazed expression as the last, fleeting images of her visions crept back into the recesses of her mind from whence they came.
There it all was; her weapons, her humble trinkets, her supplies. The Vuata Maca Fruit the recluse had granted her was there, still. She nodded to herself as she remembered him.
“Take care now, Kakama” Nurse Kay said as she went for the door.
She managed a nod in return, beginning in earnest to contemplate this recent day and night as she disappeared from the naked eye in a gray blur.
The people, she had thought them against her, intent on ostracizing her for her horrible failure, but these three had shown her nothing but kindness, they had aided and helped her heal.
Could it be they didn’t, after all?
She remembered the words, the faces, the balled fists and the shrieks of anger. Such emotions could not possibly come from nothing, and they hadn’t.
But even then, Kay was just such a big smile. Maybe not everyone was against her over there, but she couldn’t return because of that. She had not yet earned the right.
She would continue to strive for it
OOC: "Gray" to Po-Wahi