[ She still feels a little like a ghost to be moving around the house again. Like it's her realm and then again isn't because this reality isn't one she belongs to anymore after all she's seen and experienced. Sayu supposes she's making progress when she's at a point where she can fake normalcy for entire hours, but it doesn't feel like it's anything. She's detached at one point, at another she's too focused on herself and experiences emotion that she cannot explain or handle and she just wants it gone.
Now is alright. She's got incentive to pull herself together when someone is over and she knows the pressure from it will only exhaust her later, but it's a problem to deal with when it comes.
She doesn't necessarily want to see Misa (Light, now that would be different, though she'd be ashamed to face him as she's now) but that doesn't matter. ]
It's rare that you're visiting when it isn't family meeting time.
[ She speaks the normal words surprisingly fluidly, seated on the couch, focused on feeling the familiar fabric under her and behind her back. She's home. Sometimes it's still hard to conceptualize. ]
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Now is alright. She's got incentive to pull herself together when someone is over and she knows the pressure from it will only exhaust her later, but it's a problem to deal with when it comes.
She doesn't necessarily want to see Misa (Light, now that would be different, though she'd be ashamed to face him as she's now) but that doesn't matter. ]
It's rare that you're visiting when it isn't family meeting time.
[ She speaks the normal words surprisingly fluidly, seated on the couch, focused on feeling the familiar fabric under her and behind her back. She's home. Sometimes it's still hard to conceptualize. ]