Okay, here's another stream of conscousness drabble I did. Takes place right after the Teresea arc, when Claire looks at the sleeping Raki and says "Teresea"
Spoiler for Space saving:
He’s making me think about you Teresa. Again. I don’t know how he does it, and a part of me wishes he would stop. Because he isn’t just making me remember that. No, it’s worse. He makes me remember the good times. The all to brief good times. Raki do you have any idea what your doing to me? I can hate with ease. After all this time it’s not even something I really notice anymore. The desire for vengeance has turned to a cold lump in my chest, as frozen as my heart. Or so I thought before I met you. I killed the Yoma I was sent to. I didn’t care about the villagers. Or that’s what I believed at the time. Now I know better. A part of me still remembers being that little girl, and the helpless terror. And that feeling of salvation, and sadness that I felt when I met Teresa. I wonder was it like this for you? Or was it different. I know that no matter how hard I try to leave Raki behind somewhere, he would never let me, just as I wouldn’t let you. Even if I were to, I would never be able to be comfortable. I know all to well how cruel this world can be, especially to the good ones. Yoma are not the worst threat to people. So instead I choose to live with this sweet torture. Or is it painful joy? The cursed and yet so desirable state of being close to another. How strange it must have been to you Teresa. To have me following you no matter how hard you pushed me away. The joy I felt, when I awoke, and you appeared when I thought you had abandoned me. This boy, he makes me feel that all again, and the pain of your loss becomes all the greater. Despite this I wish for him to continue with me for as long as possible. Truly I love him.
Next something very silly.