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[xxii_thefool]

a: She's tired.

But that's nothing new. Minako has been tired for so long that she can't remember any more what not being tired feels like. The fatigue is simply a fact of life, a condition that she's learned to manage.

These days she's calling herself "Maiko Sanada," and there's a little hole in the wall Japanese restaurant with a sympathetic owner who's let her beg a part-time job without asking too many questions. Waitressing is hard on her, but she's not in a position to be picky when it comes to having a source of income. For the moment, at least, she's on break, tucked into a little corner booth with a cup of miso soup, trying to pull together as much rest as she can from a few minutes off her feet.

She wears colored contacts to conceal her telltale red eyes, but even after this much time, they're still uncomfortable. Or maybe it's just fatigue that makes her eyes hurt. She catches herself rubbing at them and makes herself put her hand down on the table.


b: Kneeling on damp grass and dirt, Minako takes a few minutes to brush old dead leaves from the gravestone, and to pull up the worst of the weeds around it. The cemetery is small and not very well-tended, and that's why she's here.

The name on the grave doesn't belong to anyone she knows, or knew. It's not important. Whoever the remains underneath the grass and soil belong to, she's sure they won't mind too much that she's using their memorial as a substitute, a shrine of sorts at which to say a silent prayer and remember, for a little while, all of the friends who are lost to her in one way or another.

She suspects, on the occasions she thinks about it too closely, that this is probably kind of morbid of her. But her bonds even to those long gone are still precious to her, and morbid or not, it's a way of keeping hold of those bonds, of keeping them fresh in her memory.

So she lights a stick of incense in a tiny burner that she's set down in front of the stone, brings her hands gently together before her, and, closing her eyes, Minako remembers.

[ooc: planning thread here!]