There's that... and I've been searching for my head for a long time.
[ her smile turns a little rueful. ]
But I guess this is what I wanted. My time in Ikebukuro made me more human -- I felt closer to them the longer I stayed. Perhaps, a part of me wanted to be like them.
[ something tugs a little at her chest, a sort of bittersweet feeling. she had wanted to be human to be closer to them, closer to shinra. but once she's back in ikebukuro, she'll be a dullahan again. headless; no mouth to speak, no eyes to see.
becoming human amplified her emotions. it's exhausting. ]
[ Of course. Until she's sent back. But one can never tell; people come and go from this place per the landlord's whims. They can rally themselves and complain, but either way, it's something out of their hands: leaving and arriving. ]
[ it's a lengthy moment before she speaks, taking her time to think of her answer. eventually, she tilts her head a little, a brief flicker of uncertainty on her face before it smooths out. ]
Yes. [ she says it slowly. and then, nodding: ] I would. This isn't my home.
[ Nor his. The only good thing that came from being dragged into this place is seeing Totsuka and Mikoto again... Meeting Celty. He knows the feeling all too well, but at the same time...
...No, he can't stay here either. No matter how it's a relief to see his best friends again... It's not natural—they're dead, he buried them himself... ]
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[ her smile turns a little rueful. ]
But I guess this is what I wanted. My time in Ikebukuro made me more human -- I felt closer to them the longer I stayed. Perhaps, a part of me wanted to be like them.
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[ It's like getting her wish, he thinks. But at the same time, they're both trapped in suburban hell. ]
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becoming human amplified her emotions. it's exhausting. ]
Yes, at least until I'm sent back.
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... Would you like to? Sent back, I mean.
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Yes. [ she says it slowly. and then, nodding: ] I would. This isn't my home.
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...No, he can't stay here either. No matter how it's a relief to see his best friends again... It's not natural—they're dead, he buried them himself... ]
Nor mine.