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This has been a bad week

Who: Lily, Winter, maybe others later at some point
What: Horrible mafia brutalizing and Echo aftermath
When: October 24th, Evening
Where: Sure as hell not in Locke City, let's say Germany.
Warnings: Talk of violence, death. Angst assuredly.

Even days later, Lily just has... not been able to fully process everything she's seen. If it had just been the echo or Raye's actions, they would have been bad enough as it was. But it wasn't one or the other. She felt drained, emotionally and physically. She'd scarcely left her bed. Not talked with anyone but Winter, and... barely, then. She had a feeling the sense of horror was shared there, as was the mutual need to digest things.

There were things she needed to do. She knew that. Danny... his parents... Yet another friend was suffering horribly. She needed to talk to Amy as well, now that she finally was talking again... All of that death...

And... Jasmine. Jasmine needed to know. No matter how horrible it was, with both things... She had to know.

There are things they need to do here, in Germany... She can focus on that. She can do good.

Yet for now all she can do is lay there. There's something she has to do first, and that's deal with everything she saw. She's just afraid. Afraid to confront it, yet... that also means she gets nowhere. She feels trapped in a cycle almost, and it's going to take at least a bit of prodding to get her out of it, as left to her devices she doesn't seem to be going anywhere.

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Winter had spent that first twilight, once they'd returned from Locke, scrubbing her face frantically, trying to clean off the blood that had splattered. She'd only stopped when she'd rubbed it raw, and it hurt to touch. The moment she'd watched someone be cut into pieces was burned into her memory, and plagued her dreams. She'd been afraid to get onto the network, but she'd heard the news anyway. She'd checked in, but the idea of talking to any of these people, of offering her condolences, or her support, or her opinion... all of it made her feel ill. She was of the opinion that she'd have gone crazy already without Lily to keep her stable, and remind her that everything that night had really happened.

She's been trying not to talk for the better part of the week. But she couldn't get out of it forever, and talking would help her get her thoughts in order, and maybe make everything hurt less. Right now, no matter how much she wants to keep everything bottled up, she has to let it go. She knows that. But hell if she's going to actually do it. Not without prompting.

For now, she just reaches out a hand weakly to Lily, again. It's a simple thing, but the contact reassures her that her partner's still there. From her position, laying next to Lily, she's assured that they're probably safe, but... she's still badly unsettled, and it shows in her face, in her eyes, in her grip.

It's much the same for Lily, really. Without that factor to keep her stable, she'd probably lose it even more than she had then. She hadn't slept any that first night. Just... laid there like some empty husk, while both the deaths of Yuri's father and that mobster replayed in her head, over and over again. Winter's words to her then, and Tsubomi's to Yuri however long ago, were the only things that kept those memories from being unbearable, and yet... It was still too much to comprehend all at once.

Seeing Winter's hand reach out to hers, she takes it without hesitation. Winter, at least, feels like the only thing she's really sure of.

She knows though, that she has to tell her everything, at some point. Or else she's not going to be able to even function again.

"I know," she finally manages, softly. "I know exactly how... she felt. Why she felt it." Her eyes shift, but not away from Winter. Just... refocusing. Trying not to recall that memory in full. "What Raye's going through, so did... so did Yuri. She was stopped by a friend, held back... before she did something horrible after her father was murdered right in front of her..."

She shudders, beginning to curl into something of a ball. "I know she's not me. I know Yuri and I are different. But I walked right into that, I... I didn't know what I would be getting... With everything happening, it feels so pathetic to be held up by that, but... I can't forget it... and even though I know that feeling, all of that anger, I... I still can't help her..."

Edited (words) 2014-10-27 07:03 (UTC)

Winter's breath catches audibly; that clears up quite a bit. "I see. That... is hard to work with." It's an understatement, and she knows it. "But I'm glad someone was there to pull her back. She would have... regretted it. Regretted it dearly, when all was said and done."

Shaking her head slightly, she lets her grip tighten a little, shifting uneasily. "But you're different. Her life was different than yours. Of course you're going to react differently. We don't have to fight as hard as she did, or against your own family. And you've never watched someone important to you cut down before your eyes. Just because you know something, doesn't mean you understand it perfectly, right?"

She reaches out with her (shaking) free hand to run it through Lily's hair, hoping to calm her down. Winter hadn't wanted to take her back into those memories again, and she doesn't know how to stop them. Not that she doesn't have nightmares of her own, but nothing she's seen compares to this. Knowing what Lily's seen just rekindles that old desire to reach out and take all the pain off her shoulders, but she stamps that down - if she distracts her from it, it'll never start to heal.

"She's got a justification I never want to understand the details of, to do what she did. And even if I don't agree with it, I can see why she did it, and it's hard to fault her. But we're not the same. Our lives are bright and sunny, compared to that. We're not the right people to support her in that way."

Edited (Oh hey, I don't know that yet.) 2014-10-29 15:49 (UTC)

The feeling of Winter's hand, even shaking, running through her hair does ease her tension, just a little bit. Enough that one may be able to notice, and she curls closer to her, almost wishing she could just nestle herself in a ball beside her and never have to leave. Of course, that is unrealistic, and she knows it.

"We might not be the same as Raye, but... I know, now. I know what that feeling is. I know what it's like to hate someone so much you want to just... tear them apart. Hurt them. K- kill them..." Her eyes shift away for a second, mostly as she's trying to blink tears out of her eyes. "But I can't, not that easily. I knew I wouldn't be able to before, but I was... scared. For her. For you. We've all been pushed so far, I thought if I was there I could still make a difference and I... couldn't. I hate this feeling. I feel like... like such a self-important bitch, thinking I could change something like this so easily..."

She bites her lip, just laying there for a moment. "But still, I'm just here. Not out there. Because I'm afraid to face people after what I saw. I failed to do anything, if anything it just made things worse... am I supposed to ask people to rely on that?" She lets out an uneven breath. "Raye was hurting and I couldn't do anything to help her. Now, so is Danny... what am I supposed to do, just go up and tell him the same things I told her, when I couldn't even follow through on that? But... that sounds like it's about me, and it's not. We do have it better than some, and... I want to be able to use that fact to help them, but I don't know how."

The hand gripping Winter's becomes a lot tighter, all of a sudden. "And... those memories, I can't... I just can't ignore them, not this time... It's not just that her father was killed, Winter..." She gulps, not purposefully not looking her in the eye. "Yuri's father... he was the same man who stood with Dark Precure against her. Yuri's father was her enemy. And Jasmine... I can't... I just can't keep that from her, can I?"

Edited 2014-10-30 02:12 (UTC)

"There's a difference," she insists, noticing Lily shift closer. "Thanks to whatever it is that makes us special, you know what that feeling is like. But... it still isn't yours. You know what it feels like, but there's... there's a detachment there. You know what it feels like, but there's no attachment. No sense of agency. That's the difference. Raye knows what that feels like, but even if she knew better, there was nothing left to get in her way. That's why the other day happened the way it did.

"You aren't like that. You..." The words don't come to her right away, because what she's trying to say is keyed to something she feels in her heart, and she doesn't have a name for the feelings right away, she just knows what they feel like. Eventually, she continues, "You're fair, and you're strong, and you're kind. If someone wrongs you, you'll give them another chance... usually. So that idea of someone having run so far out of favor that it's acceptable to cut them down..." She shivers violently, the image returning to her mind when she really doesn't want to see it again, and it's a second before she stops shaking enough to start talking again. "It's foreign, and you're scared of it. I'm scared of it, even if I trust Raye. That's why we're here right now, instead of out there. With Danny, or with Raye, or with the other people that we could be helping."

She hates it. She hates that she's an afraid little girl again, even if she knows this is a titanic thing to have to work through. "I know. It's not about us, but we're... we're normal. We still have at least one parent each. We haven't lost anyone to violence. The mafia isn't after us especially for anything we've done." She hopes, at least. "But we're just two teenage girls trying to make sense of a world that's turning upside-down on us. What can we do?"

There's not a lot of time for her to brood on that before Lily's hold tightens, and she winces. But the next thing out of Lily's mouth cuts off any desire to complain about it. Shaking her head slightly, she sighs. "I... what else can you do? She'll find out on her own. And we've... already found out what happens when we keep things from her." Above all else, they have to keep Jasmine in the loop, or she'll stop trusting them. That must not happen. "I'm sure there was a reason. No father would make his daughters fight without a damned good reason. I... I refuse to believe anything else."

Lily listens, pulling closer the whole time, until her head is butting up to Winter's chest. She feels like she could just curl up here and that'd be fine, but also knows that's not going to be the case. Hearing Winter talk is somehow comforting, if just because they'd gone so long without doing or saying anything since the other night. She relaxes a little anyhow, though the tension is still very present.

"You're right, even if I know, I haven't... lived her life up until then. Or after. I can't fully know, but... It still feels like I should be able to help more than I am. If I understand it by even a little bit... I should be able to help my friends. Somehow. Some way."

She shifts a little uncertainly, not sure if she wants to admit what she's thinking. She catches Winter's shiver, and she tilts her head to look her in the eye. Yes, she was just as disturbed by what went on as Lily was. That's clear. "...maybe you're right about me, there... Sometimes, I wonder if I'm too forgiving. Or too soft. I can't... bring myself to do things that other people do." Her eyes start to aver themselves, but she forces herself to stay locked on Winter's face. "I wasn't just scared for her, though. I wasn't sure... how far all of this might push you. Wh- what that sort of thing might do to anyone is terrible, I can't... I can't imagine what that must be putting Raye through, but... everyone's been calling out for blood so much, that I..."

Finally eye contact does break, a little bit of shame welling up in here. "I'm sorry, I didn't say anything... I should have, but I wanted so much to focus on the good things for once, I didn't... I almost couldn't ask how far you might go in all of that. But you were right there with me, even if we couldn't..." Stop Raye from butchering that thug. She mirrors that shudder. "So it's stupid for me to think that, or have ever thought that..."

"Everything I saw wasn't completely horrible..." she murmurs, after a moment. "Cure Blossom- Tsubomi... she pulled Yuri away from fighting with hatred, from using that malice... She called her a 'Warrior of Love,' and... I wonder if that sort of thing is possible in our kind of world..."

She takes a deep breath, still not looking up. "I'll have to tell her... tell her everything, I know. I just have to stop feeling sorry for myself, I have to... remember there are people hurting a lot worse than I am. I can't do anything else, but... I can't do that alone. I don't know if that makes me sound even more pathetic, but... I'm scared, Winter."

She lets the comment about whatever Yuri's father was up to hang. She can't speculate, more because she's afraid to that anything else.

Edited 2014-11-02 03:41 (UTC)

She's not sure what to think. Winter can hardly complain about physical contact with the person that tends to keep her stable, yet... they shouldn't have to do this, and even as the situation still worries her greatly, it angers her a little, too. "You should. We should. There has to be something we can do... we just have to find it. I know we will," she says with conviction, "it's just going to take us a little more time.

"Don't worry about being too forgiving, though. It's not... it's not a bad thing. You're you, I'm me, the others are themselves. Don't feel like the things you can't do are your own fault. They aren't. If everyone could do everything... the world would be a boring place." She smiles slightly, shifting just a little into Lily where she's against her. "You wouldn't need me to help you get moving after this. You'd just give yourself a pep talk and go back to work."

Not that she could do that for herself. She liked to think she could, but there were a limited number of times something like this could happen and she could just keep going without falling apart. She needed to decompress first. That's what this is, really. And she's grateful for it, even as she knows she's babbling a little.

"I don't remember if I've said it before, but... I'm willing to put this entire city on ice, if that's what it takes to save someone important to me. I'm not a party to Raye's revenge. I never was. But I would have fought, and attacked, and helped Raye. I don't know that I could have struck to kill, but I was planning to do something. She just..." Grimacing, she shakes her head. "went a little further than I'd allowed for."

She's silent for a moment. Then: "That's for her. For you... I think I would be a lot less forgiving, and a lot quicker to anger. If something would have happened to you, I wouldn't be holding her back. I would be helping, in the truest sense of the word. It's... part of why I knew we had to leave. I recognized that I was fighting through my frustration, and my anger. That's not... that's not what we need. And I'm glad Tsubomi was strong enough to hold Yuri back. Lashing out in anger, utterly destroying someone... it's not something you can take back, and it doesn't heal the pain. So it's something we have to careful about. We're the good guys. We need to act like it."

Musing on Lily's comments about Jasmine, Winter nods. "It'll come, Lily. That was... much closer than I'd ever wanted to come to death. It raises questions that are hard to answer, both internal and external, and I'm still grappling with things a little. I'm scared too, if I'm being honest. But we have to keep moving forward. Take one step at a time, hand in hand, and we'll make it through. I know we will. It'll all be right."

As Winter talks, Lily does her best to slide her free arm beneath the other girl. Regardless of anything else, she wants something, someone to hold on to. Finally, she manages to look up, meeting her eyes again.

"If I can't be the sort of person who can take actions like that, I... need to be the kind who can protect what's important to me. Protect who is important to me... Which means even if I'm too forgiving, even if I'm softer in some way than others... than even Yuri Tsukikage... I can still save what's most important. That... doesn't always mean fighting, either."

She bites her lip for a moment. "But it does mean, when there is one... I can't just let myself fall apart like I did. No matter what I see, what scares me... There's... there's not a lot that could be worse than the other night." Be it echo or first hand experience. Of course, there were a few things that would trump it, but... "I have to be strong in the moment, or else... I'd just be a liability to you or anyone else around me. I can't... I won't let that happen again. I could have gotten us killed, but..."

She closes her eyes a moment. "It won't happen again. That so-called 'Warrior of Love' Yuri became... for once, it doesn't seem like such a bad idea to follow her lead. Especially when I have all the inspiration someone like that would need right here." As her eyes open, she tries a small, but still sad smile. "I know you'd be like that if it was me hurt. I've seen that, when I was in Vegas, and... maybe that's what was scaring me so much. Not you, but that I could bring that out again... but maybe it shouldn't. Because it just tells me how you feel, and it tells me... That if I keep my own head about myself, if I can protect myself, and what's important to us both... I can protect you from that, too. And... for some reason, I feel fine with that..."

Lily then shifts herself a bit. She tries to straighten herself out, and then sit up, attempting to pull Winter with her.

"Which also means not just lying here, doesn't it? Not just... wishing these feelings away. We have to confront them, don't we? If we let this all keep us down, no matter how scary it is... We've lost then, haven't we? If we can meet that... then maybe we can help everyone else, too. One way or another."

By the next morning at least, Lily's managed to get herself out in the open, finally. She's brought Winter to breakfast at a small little restaurant and invited Jasmine. Just Jasmine, for the time being - she's not entirely certain she can take many more eyes than that being on her for what they need to say.

One might think then that a public place is a poor choice for this, but Lily's done this somewhat consciously. More than anything, she needs to check her own emotions, and in a way the venue forces her to do that.

Jasmine sat at the table with Lily, tapping her finger against the table, waiting for the ice to break. After a lot of time being unable to eat anything solid, she had ordered the biggest, meatiest, cheesiest omelet she could, but it hadn't arrived yet. So she had only this to focus on.

So, she opted to end the silence herself.

"So, what's going on?" she asked. "You guys have been holed up in your room avoiding me, and the last time you were doing that you two finally went at it, so I'm a bit confused about what the reason is this time."

Understandably, Winter's a bit cross still; not with Lily, of course, but she's still not feeling great about the last week, and her eyes are shadowed with a lack of sleep.

When Jasmine speaks up, then, Winter scowls. "I don't feel particularly social when someone gets cut in half up the middle in front of me." After a moment, though, she sighs, and looks at Jasmine with a tired expression. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I'm just a little... fried."

Lily looks. Well. Momentarily startled at the frankness of Winter's response, and for just a second looks like a deer caught in the headlights. She gulps a bit, and looks down. Well away from her sister, at least.

"Right, that..."

She sighs.

"Raye was planning to go through Locke and shake down members of the mafia for information on the one that killed her father. Except... it..." She shuddered, the memories of that night vivid again in her mind's eye. "I couldn't... I just couldn't do something like that, but she... we couldn't stop her from going too far..."

Winter's frank admission stopped Jasmine cold. But before she could say anything... Lily beat her to it. And so for a moment, she was just sitting there in stunned silence.

"I... I..." She started to say. "That's what you've been...?"

And they'd admitted it in public of all places. Jasmine's head was reeling... but before she did anything else, she reached forward and siezed both their hands in her own. She squeezed them in what was hopefully a comforting manner.

She wanted to ask them if they were both okay but that was a VERY STUPID QUESTION. So she settled on something else.

"Thus doesn't change anything. This doesn't make you bad people, alright?"

The tired, numb feeling is slowly starting to give way to a frayed depression, though it's tempered from what it would have been if her initial decompression hadn't been with Lily. "Yes, that's what I've been worried about. And I don't know about Lily, but I didn't really want to... well, ruin everyone else's European vacation with this." That was at least part of the reason she hadn't tried to ask for advice on how to cope - she'd done that once already, and she didn't want to start another pity party.

Jasmine's hand helps, though. "I know it doesn't. I just feel like I should have been able to do so much more. I made promises... I told Raye I'd help her. I told Saretha that I'd keep Raye safe. I feel like I let them down. That... that's a feeling that never stops hurting." She can't even look at Jasmine anymore.

Lily bites down on her lip, and unconsciously seeks out Winter's other hand as she gives her sister's a squeeze. The reason for them being here instead of back in the room holds true; Lily wants to be able to control herself. She's having an easier time on public with eyes on them than she might otherwise.

"No... I know it doesn't. It... it doesn't make Raye one either." She notes that with a certain amount of conviction, although like Winter, her eyes aren't meeting Jasmine's. "I made the same promise as Winter, and yet... I wasn't able to do anything. And... when I tried to stop her..."

She draws in a sharp breath, hesitation creeping into her voice. "When I... when I tried to stop her... I found out someone once tried to stop Yuri in that same position. For the same reason... Yuri's father was killed. In front of her." Likely, both of the other young women can feel her rising tension through her hands. "But she was stopped by Cure Blossom. I... wish that I'd had the strength to be able to, to show Raye that wasn't the way like Yuri was shown, but..."

Jasmine sat quietly, listening as best she could. Raye... Raye had done this. Her best friend. And yet... how could Jasmine judge her? How many times had she felt pushed to embrace her darker instincts?

And then... there's what Lily said. Jasmine grit her teeth, bracing herself for what she knew might come from that...

... and then she didn't get anything. No echo, no pulse. Nothing. That... that sounded like something Dark Precure would have been involved in, something that would have triggered her... but instead, she got nothing.

No. Not now. She couldn't focus on this now. She needed to help Lily and Winter.

"Lily," she began. "Winter. I get it. You feel like you messed up. Like you let someone down. I feel like that," all the time, she thought, "tons of times. But...

"You two get right back up. That's what you tell me to do, and the fact that I know you both can is what keeps me going. Even if Cure Blossom was able to do all of that, that doesn't make you weaker than her! You're not Cure Moonlight, and you're sure as hell not Cure Blossom...!"

She looked down. "Raye is going to need all of us right now. Now more than ever. And I'm not going to give up on any of you..."

Even through the storm in her heart, Lily's searching grip forces Winter to focus a little more. So does Jasmine making a clear, serious effort to try and help her. She still feels a terrible sense of pain, and of loss. But that... she's not the only person feeling it, and Lily has the distinct disadvantage of having to feel it twice over. It won't help Jasmine for her to be stubborn and stay in her shell where it doesn't hurt so much, either.

Which means she has to push herself, and put her heart in the open. No more hiding from everything, no matter how much she wants to. No matter how afraid she is that something like this will happen again.

"I know I can," she eventually manages, tone soft and unsteady. "I know I can keep going. I just... I have to convince myself I want to. I feel like I've lost so much already. My friends are hurting, and I can't help them. Lily and I have been a mess for days, and I don't know how to fix it. I've ripped my life apart over the last months, and... it's like the glue just isn't holding it together anymore." There's something raw about her opening up like this; even if she's done it before, done it with these specific people, the fact that she's doing it where anyone can hear - can put it on YouTube, can start spreading rumors, can laugh inside the privacy of their own mind - is new. Her own hands are shaking and clammy. But as much as she wants to run and hide, Jasmine's right, and she knows it. Raye, among quite a few others, needs her.

"Lily's not Blossom - or Yuri - and I'm not Rikka. But I... I've always held myself to a high standard. I think Lily has, too." She rubs a thumb over Lily's hand, gently; at the same time, her grip on both girls' hands tightens to a point that would border on crushing any normal girl's bones. "Making myself keep going means admitting to myself that I failed. That I let someone important to me down at the moment they needed me, when I was so confident it would all be okay. I told her... that I knew what she meant, when she warned us what she was probably going to do. I thought I was prepared for that. But when the time came, and she..."

Her words fail her, as the memory replays for what's probably the third or fourth time today. Raye's blade going through flesh and bone like butter. Blood everywhere. It's enough to make her arms twitch and try to wrap around herself for comfort, except she's got a tight hold on her friends' hands that won't let her pull her own away. Her breath catches as she fights not to vomit in front of them, and over a few seconds, she regains control of herself. She's sweating now, though.

"I'm happy," Winter continues, "that you trust me, after everything that's happened, Jasmine. I just need to make myself believe that I can trust myself, still."

Edited (Let's use new words.) 2014-11-24 04:11 (UTC)

Lily stares at her sister and girlfriend both as they talk. For lack of being able to wrap her arms around her, not wanting to break free of anyone's hands, Lily leans a bit heavier against Winter. She just listens, taking it all in from both of them. There's a part of her that only then starts to question their venue, feeling Winter's hands shake, and at some of the things she says. What's done is done there, even if she thought she had a good reason for it originally. She does her best to try and maintain a warm presence beside her.

She does eye her sister, for a moment. The way she reacted, or didn't react to the description of that echo... Dark Precure should have known about that, shouldn't she? But, no. Like her sister, it's not something she can focus on.

"If there was a failure, Winter..." Lily knows very well there was. "It isn't just you. Like I said, we both made a promise... We both stepped out there. Neither of us were able to do anything, and... This is where we are."

She sighs, eyes shifting away a bit. "There was a time I never trusted myself. It took... a few other people trusting in me to ever know that was even possible. Maybe I need to rebuild that for myself, or maybe I can help rebuild it for the people precious to me... I know I might be able to fight, but I'm not a killer. It doesn't mean... that I, that we can't still do good. That we can't still help people..."

She finally does let go of Jasmine's hand, but for a purpose. She grabs a napkin off the table, moving then to gently dab at the sweat on Winter's face. "The real glue that holds all our lives together is our connections to each other, isn't it? That sounds... corny, I'm sure, but..." She smiles a little sadly. "Yuri's greatest power came from love. I know that now more than ever before. I know... so long as I have that, I can face whatever I need to, until we can find a way to piece everything back together, to be there for the friends that need it..."

She lowers the napkin, leaning her head down, speaking a little lower, though still audible to Jasmine. Something about the reactions of both girls has made something click in her, whether it be that defense mechanism she has towards her loved ones or a sudden moment of clarity. Or both.

"I'm sorry, we probably shouldn't be doing this here after all. We can leave if you want to Winter, but... Those bonds, that strength I have now. It wouldn't be there, I wouldn't ever have been in a position to have those connections if you hadn't held me together all those weeks and months. I know I lost myself the other night, and over the last few days, but... I can see myself a lot clearer now, too. If you can't trust yourself for now, then put that trust in me - in us. We'll repair that, just like you did for me. Okay?"

Jasmine listened to everything they were both saying. What Winter was saying... what Lily said afterward... she knew how they both felt now, or at least... she had some idea. And even with Lily saying something that sounded so uplifting, she felt she had something to say herself.

"E-even if this isn't the best place for it," she started, "I'm glad we're talking about it. Winter, I... I want you to know, even if I haven't seen the same things you've seen, I think I know what you're going through right now..."

She looked down. "For so long, even before I found out about Dark Precure's life, I felt like... like I didn't have anything to really care about. Sometimes, that feeling comes clawing back, and I can't really do anything to stop it. All I can do is wait it out."

Jasmine closed her eyes now. "But it wasn't just that I felt worthless. It's that I felt powerless. In a weird, perverse way, I didn't have that until... until I found out I was a numbered. Until I met you. Until I... until I talked to a silly girl who sacrificed her good name to stand up for her fellow students.

"That girl... that girl was so sure she'd let everyone down, but I saw someone brave... someone who still stood up even in a hopeless situation. I thought maybe... even if I was a girl with no friends... even if my own mind and body worked together to make me feel like I was lower than dirt... if she could do something like that, I could do it. So I tried to throw her a party. I tried to become her friend..."

Jasmine sucked in a deep breath. "We've lost a lot. And right now, losing so much... I can see why you'd feel like you need to convince yourself that you still want to carry on. I won't tell you that's your brain lying to you, Winter. I won't tell you that it's silly, or that it's wrong, or anything else like that... but I will tell you... that I'm not giving up, and I'll be right by your side. Both your sides. By Raye's side..."

She gave them a shaky smile. "I don't know if I have any right to say this or not. I've fought with hate and anger, and because I was afraid... but I know I'm a Precure just like the both of you. And I can't tell much, considering I was beating them up or getting beat up in all the memories I have, but... they stick together. And even if they lose something, they get right back up and try again...!"

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