[ When she wakes, it's with a shocked, rattling breath, because in a flash, the hit of the hammer feels like it transitions into something else. It's not something she could describe well even if she wanted to, but far more than the hammer, this is painful.
Memories surge back to the forefront of her mind and mix together. She remembers a tower, but now she knows that it was the opposite. It was a place not unlike this. She remembers dreaming of seeing the sky there. But there are those newer, fake memories, and she dreams of seeing the ground. She knows which ones are real all at once, but it's unbearable and overwhelming, and the first thing Diva does as she wakes in an unfamiliar bed and hears Judy drone on is cry. Her hands come up to her eyes, and she presses her palms over them like the pressure might get it to stop. Each memory that trickles back is... sad. It's so sad, but in that, there is at least one relief that she can find in it.
She's finally free, isn't she?
It takes her longer than Charles, most likely, because there's a lot for her to parse through, but eventually, she wanders to the door of the little house. She opens it and looks out, and her eyes immediately turn to the sky. She stares at it for several long moments, but a flicker of movement catches her attention across the way. Her heart feels like it swells up and leaps into her throat, but she takes a few quick steps from the front step onto the little paved sidewalk that leads to the gate of the eerily perfect white picket fence. ]
Charles?
[ She calls out, and her voice is more fragile than she means. But in that blur of memories that comes back to her, seeing someone familiar is enough to almost get her to cry again. ]
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Memories surge back to the forefront of her mind and mix together. She remembers a tower, but now she knows that it was the opposite. It was a place not unlike this. She remembers dreaming of seeing the sky there. But there are those newer, fake memories, and she dreams of seeing the ground. She knows which ones are real all at once, but it's unbearable and overwhelming, and the first thing Diva does as she wakes in an unfamiliar bed and hears Judy drone on is cry. Her hands come up to her eyes, and she presses her palms over them like the pressure might get it to stop. Each memory that trickles back is... sad. It's so sad, but in that, there is at least one relief that she can find in it.
She's finally free, isn't she?
It takes her longer than Charles, most likely, because there's a lot for her to parse through, but eventually, she wanders to the door of the little house. She opens it and looks out, and her eyes immediately turn to the sky. She stares at it for several long moments, but a flicker of movement catches her attention across the way. Her heart feels like it swells up and leaps into her throat, but she takes a few quick steps from the front step onto the little paved sidewalk that leads to the gate of the eerily perfect white picket fence. ]
Charles?
[ She calls out, and her voice is more fragile than she means. But in that blur of memories that comes back to her, seeing someone familiar is enough to almost get her to cry again. ]