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[Rin is on a horse.

No, wait. Rin is a horse.

Oh bother.]

...what the hell.

[She doesn't know her PCD is on either. ENJOY THE ZODIAC CURSE, ADSTRINGENDUM!]

[Worry not, Adstringendum. Rin has found shelter, warmth and something hot to drink - though she isn't drinking it. Instead, she is sitting against a wall, staring at herself in a broken piece of glass. As she touches her uneven hair, her expression doesn't flicker.]

Hm. [She holds up a pair of rusty scissors and begins to cut. When she finishes, she frowns at the results.] I hate - [The words are stilted and awkward. She buries her fingers into her shorn locks and curls up, her knees drawn up to her chest.]

I can't help him. I can't help anyone. Why am I even alive? [Her dark eyes stare ahead of her blankly.] I'm sorry. [Painfully, she pushes herself onto her feet and picks up her PCD. Noticing it's on, her frown darkens.]

Don't bother telling me how sorry you are or how much you pity me. I don't need it. I know I failed and now there's no telling what might happen. [Upon closer look, she looks a little feverish.] I can take care of myself. While I'm still standing...I'll keep moving forward.

[She shuts off the feed.]

... [There is a shaky exhale and then a hoarse, soft voice.] I can't...move. [A thin, pale hand touches the screen, drawing the communicator nearer. Rin is wearing a traditional Japanese robe and her hair is very uneven.]

Haru...? I want to find Haru. [She gazes at the screen blankly.] I can't find him. I don't think I will ever see him again. [Tears shine and shimmer in her brown eyes.] He...w-was right.

I...don't matter. Please...look after Haru. [Briefly, her expression softens before she closes her eyes. Whether or not she's still conscious is debatable. From the pallor of her skin and the hoarseness of her voice, she is, at the very least, sick.]