How many...? [ that gets a laugh from her, high and energetic. ] Saint of Woe, please, try to understand! If I'd bothered to keep count of such things, I'd have lost myself long ago. Though, let's see... I wonder...
[ perhaps it's idle boredom. perhaps it's genuine endearment towards this barely-contained, primal shriek of a being trapped in the shell of a human woman. but regardless, satoko stops what she's doing and thinks- genuinely thinks, doing some arithmetic in her head. ]
...mm, there were a few hundred or so before I remembered any of it. [ a promising start. ] A few decades, maybe another century's worth after that? I still bothered to live most of those out, rather than just leaving immediately. Those were some of the most memorable deaths, if I may speak frankly! I still thought myself some degree of human, after all. And despite what some people may think, suicide most certainly isn't painless. Especially when most are simply so bad at it.
[ and if that were it, it'd be easy enough - but it still wouldn't be enough to explain the raw death this girl exudes. she continues. ]
A hundred years of quietude, while I watched most of the ones I'd missed. And then I got tired of drifting along, and took matters into my own hands.
[ she chuckles, an almost nostalgic tone entering her voice. ]
Sometimes I'd make a little game of it. I remember a digital lock, once - one of those ones with eight digits, you know? And I killed myself each time I guessed wrong. Would you believe I still remember the code? One-three-two-zero-one-two-three-four. Goodness, I couldn't even tell you how many centuries ago that was...
cw: discussion of death, suicide, satoko
[ perhaps it's idle boredom. perhaps it's genuine endearment towards this barely-contained, primal shriek of a being trapped in the shell of a human woman. but regardless, satoko stops what she's doing and thinks- genuinely thinks, doing some arithmetic in her head. ]
...mm, there were a few hundred or so before I remembered any of it. [ a promising start. ] A few decades, maybe another century's worth after that? I still bothered to live most of those out, rather than just leaving immediately. Those were some of the most memorable deaths, if I may speak frankly! I still thought myself some degree of human, after all. And despite what some people may think, suicide most certainly isn't painless. Especially when most are simply so bad at it.
[ and if that were it, it'd be easy enough - but it still wouldn't be enough to explain the raw death this girl exudes. she continues. ]
A hundred years of quietude, while I watched most of the ones I'd missed. And then I got tired of drifting along, and took matters into my own hands.
[ she chuckles, an almost nostalgic tone entering her voice. ]
Sometimes I'd make a little game of it. I remember a digital lock, once - one of those ones with eight digits, you know? And I killed myself each time I guessed wrong. Would you believe I still remember the code? One-three-two-zero-one-two-three-four. Goodness, I couldn't even tell you how many centuries ago that was...