Today had certainly been something. She'd started it off excited, bright-eyed and eager; after all, they were given the news that they'd be graduating the program soon. With that information in mind, she couldn't have possibly felt anything but joy. She'd be getting to see her sister again soon. There was some anxiety involved, particularly the worry as to whether or not her sibling had been cared for well while she was gone; Fumika was a full-grown woman, so Takara shouldn't have worried, but having lived with neglectful parents had instilled a tendency to worry about the younger girl ever since their very early youth. Takara worried that without her around to ascertain that she was being taken care of,
especially after their vehicular accident, that her sister might not be in good condition. But the chance to check on her and make sure she was, to mend her back to full if she wasn't, was enough to make her heart swell.
And yet now, much had changed.
Overall, the woman still felt eager to get out. She still wanted to go back to running her business, as well as to taking care of the one person who mattered most to her in the entire world. She would give anything to do so, in fact. But now, there were other things to consider; dead men who somehow walked among the living, children who'd suffered in unimaginable ways who may be returned to the same situations that caused their pain, earthquakes that resembled the terrible tornados of her visions... and a wheelchair bound individual who, despite his alleged catatonia, somehow seemed more aware than any of the rest of them. She knew the last matter could be the product of the man's delusions, of course. If one truly felt confident in their beliefs, it was only natural they'd outwardly appear knowledgeable. Initially, she'd been able to brush that part off, but the earthquake situation had admittedly shaken a bit of her own resolve on that front.
But several hours was a lot of time. By now, the woman had long since regained the composure she'd lost in the earlier situation. She was able to rationalize the situation. For one, that 'Steve Trevor' individual could very well have been delusional, himself. After all, if he was
really Steve Trevor, surely someone would have recognized him and reported him as alive and well by now, right? Which meant it was likely he was either using a false name to avoid getting in trouble for attempting to get into a facility he shouldn't be accessing... or he was dreaming, like the rest of them. Elijah, of course, she still surmised to simply be behind in the rehabilitation process. Dr. Staple had stated such herself, and it made sense, given he was seldom ever fully aware enough to work on processing. The earthquake was unfortunately the situation Takara was having the most trouble rationalizing, but... truth be told, the situation had been so traumatic that she honestly didn't want to reminisce on it in order to try to sort it out. Part of her longed to rather just accept Peter's own implication that it had merely been their imagination.
Even though she knew it wasn't true.
Still, with those issues all cast aside, the last one that remained was far heavier. Unlike the majority of the others, it was
real, and Takara couldn't just brush it away with pretty words about how things always work out as they should or something of the like. She spent the hours pondering it over, staying close with the younger individuals of the group out of a subconscious maternal urge. Hagusa and Erin in particular concerned her, but the other younglings- Eno, Lucinia, Chloe, there were so many of them and it broke her heart- didn't escape her worries either. She wanted to ask questions, to find out if they'd truly be okay returning to their lives of before, but...-
Oh. She must've spaced out. Caught off guard by the sudden declaration from Peter, Takara perked up in her seat, snapping out of her complicated thoughts. Her head lolled thoughtfully to the side for a moment as she recounted Elijah's request for them all to meet, and she honestly didn't really mind the notion of following through, even if she wasn't convinced it wasn't all rubbish. He was still a person, and one who didn't get audience with others often... so it only felt right to give him a chance to socialize and speak his mind, even if it what he had to say didn't end up making sense. So, she chimed in as well, giving a small nod and relaxing.
"I'm in as well," she hummed. A beat passed before she added,
"Well... as long as he's still 'awake' when we get there, anyway. For all we know, his chat with Dr. Staple may have worn him out and he may be too tired to speak with us again." After all, she imagined if
she went ages upon ages without talking and then spent a whole day speaking with others, she'd be totally wiped and wind up shutting right back up. Still, it was worth a shot, and she more than happily rose to her feet to
follow Peter's lead.
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