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There was... made no sense... Like a horror movie...

[Marisa manages to sit up enough to take the pill and water, though she keeps her gaze down. She doesn't like feeling like this. In fact, she leans forward against Ciel. She is 'Mom' after all...]

'm'scared, Mom.

[This is

Still a bit... surreal, huh. But if Mayfield's forced her to acknowledge one thing, it's. Something like this, right? Their memories could be rewritten as many times as Zemekis liked, but in the end, it didn't do much to alter their personalities. So things like these... It's okay from time to time too, right?...

She had to fight down a twinge of amusement, still. Would the real Marisa be disgusted, if she's to remember this later? on]

And that's okay, you know. It's normal to feel scared when you don't know what's going on, or what may happen in the future.

[She'll let her, briefly brushing away the idle wonder of whom else Marisa might've clung onto that way, Patchouli set aside for obvious reasons.]

But take a deep breath, and don't let it get to you. Something is probably going to happen, soon. Do you get that feeling, even if you don't know what?

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[Marisa nods.]

Things don't make sense. Why is there-- Underneath--

[She tries to get up, pushing Ciel aside.] Gonna be sick again.

[Remember how Marisa can't handle gore, Ciel? Blood yes, but nor gore...]

Like I said, stop thinking about it. If you can't do it through that angle, try it from another direction. [Ignore the cryptic talk. --Ah no, Ciel doesn't really care if you throw up on her (is there even anything left, given your appetite of late and all that's happened), but don't you lose your balance now, young lady.] Should I go get a bowl just in case? [Rubbing a hand on Marisa's back slowly, now. Try to get it under control...]

[Marisa cares if she throws up on Ciel! She squeezes her eyes shut and makes herself swallow. The hand rubbing her back does help. After a couple seconds, she shakes her head. She doesn't need a bowl.]

Mom?

[She looks up.] What's happening?

[she looks back quietly, the rubbing motion doesn't stop.]

A lot of things or nothing at all, it depends on your perspective. [A beat.] Did you see the basement, by the way?

Yeah...

[She rubs her arms a little.]

...I don't go down there. Something about it... bothers me.

Can you pinpoint what? There has to be a reason. You like reading about magic, right? [Said so it could be taken as the fictional sense.] Do you believe in a sixth sense, Marisa?

Sixth Sense? No.

[She rubs her arms again.]

But... it bothers me cause I feel like I should know. About it. Down there. And bad things can happen down there if I touch anything without...

[Her hand went to her head again and she drew in a sharp breath of pain.] Don't think the medicine is working...

Hah... I see.

It would work for normal headaches, but your condition now is different. Let's backtrack a bit more, so stop thinking about what you think you should know. There's something down there that you're not sure about, right? Then if given the choice, would you want to know? Just 'yes' or 'no', don't go beyond that.

[It shouldn't trigger the headaches like this, at least, not as strongly. That method worked for her, if nothing else.]

[Marisa furrowed her brow in thought. Would she want to know if she could know? Altered memories did not change the core of who Marisa was. She had a goal and there was only one way to get to her goal, no matter what her altered memories would say. And that was through knowledge.]

...yes. Otherwise I can't... I can't-- [She winced in pain.] --beat her...

That's enough. [Her hand moves up to give the girl a soft squeeze on her shoulder.] So it's a yes, right? [Confirming...] You don't need to take it any farther than that.

Yeah... [Marisa nods again.]

[so far, so good.]

Okay. Now I know this is a bit random, but what do you think of the Post Officer?

[Given Marisa's past experience, she has an idea, but the ice had to be broken somehow.]

[Hello look of abject terror. In fact, her eyes dart toward her door where part of that one seal is visible beyond the posters covering it.]

[...Damn. That's a very visceral reaction. ~~Not unfamiliar, either.~~ She won't waste a moment to pull Marisa into her arms, hugging the girl closely with one hand resting gently and protectively on top of her head.]

...It's alright. It's just us, here. You're be fine, and you'll stay fine, okay?

[Oh the clinging. SO MUCH CLINGING. She's shaking, Mom.]

Don't make me. Don't make me, Mom. I didn't do anything this time. I didn't take anything. I learned my lesson, so please don't make me go.

He works on a basis of exchange, we all know this. You took what you weren't supposed to last time, so he... extracted a price. It's different, now. [...Clinging on, a little at a time...] He's been going around town, with his sister too. She's a reasonable woman.

So? I don't want to go near him. No, no, no, no... What did I do wrong?

I'll come with you. He's a brash and nihilistic sort of person, but he's still human. [...Right, she doesn't really know that for sure, but in a general sense, this works. As terrible as it was, he was still just doing his job, Marisa.

[She quietly breathes out.]

And about that. ...Does it hurt your head again, if you try to remember just exactly what got you into trouble in the first place?

[She shakes her head.] I stole someone else's packages from the Post Office.

[But the way she says it clearly shows that she's trying NOT to remember anything deeper than just the surface explanation.]

[The surprise makes it to her eyes, but no farther. ...Huh. So that much of her memories stayed intact?]

What you're missing this time rightfully belongs to you, though. [...Still at a price, but she doesn't need to give more panic incentive, hum.]

[Certain levels of fear do cut through some things, if only briefly. Marisa wouldn't be able to say what she'd stolen or what exactly happened, but she knew she did it.]

What... what am I missing?

[She leans back a bit, but makes sure Marisa's still pulled up close next to her.]

What would you prefer, [...] Mari? Losing something you didn't knew you had, or never having had that thing in the first place?

...that's not a fair question. You totally suck, ze.

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