Kari had already died before when Kyou killed her before the lack of serum could get to her first, but that had been so fast that she was already gone before she even hit the ground. This was different. So much different. She felt everything, was more than aware of what was happening as her own blood soaked into her clothes, the faint sound of her brother’s anguished cry, and her own final living thoughts. ’I’m so fucking useless…’

”I…” She didn’t really need to say it. Something inside of her had well and truly broken. She probably wouldn’t be able to skirt close to death again and expect to come out of it okay. Not that she really had this time. ”Six…teen…” Yeah, it made sense that she wanted to know if he was okay. If he’d kicked it as well like she had. If he was even still here or if those projects had taken him. What had even happened to them? Did Kyou finally make an appearance after she’d died? Far too many panicked thoughts for someone who just came back from the dead a few seconds ago.

“Where I’m from it’s free game once someone draws their weapon.” The life expectancy was also about two weeks where she was from as well, but that was irrelevant. 

How did humans do it? That was a fantastic question, wasn’t it? The better part of Kari’s own life had been spent trying to be good enough, trying to impress her parents who wanted nothing to do with her, trying to survive on the streets of London, fighting the obnoxious voice inside her head while performing to her master’s standard. And then what? She had lost her purpose and turned to killing, trying to survive while her own body tore itself apart and slowly drove her into insanity. And now she just…existed. She had no real purpose, she just drifted about with no real goal to work towards.

Yoshihisa could have peacefully lived out the rest of his time in the daemon realm with his wife and kids after Kanehira passed, but here he was instead struggling through the modern era because that old fool decided to have six children. And then those children had children and once again the situation had gone south and his stress levels had gone directly north.

Kari crouched down so she could at least attempt to meet his gaze, but the state that he was in just hurt to see. It was like the last time he mentally broke all over again. But this time it was her fault for not telling him. ”I….I’m sorry..” For what? What could she even apologise for? She had told herself that telling him his original purpose would only damage his relationship with Rei, and Sixteen was so happy with him it almost gave her cavities. If she had severed that relationship, even only marginally, she would never had been able to forgive herself. And now here he was. He knew. And it was hurting him so goddamn much. And it was her fault, wasn’t it? It was her fault again. Always…breaking things.