[center][h3][color=silver][u]Dizzy[/u][/color][/h3]

The ghostly girl's mumbles and mutterings came to an end though she continued to gently rock; the motion, the soft movements, was as close to a comfort as she was likely to get for the foreseeable future. Comfort didn't seem to be in high demand, and that was understandable. Why waste precious resources on comfortable beds or comforting living conditions. For a moment, Dizzy wondered how many girls had used the bed she now called her own before her. How many rocked themselves to sleep. How many of them couldn't sleep. How many would use it after her own death? Would they at least have the decency to clean the sheets or was that a step over the line of too much effort? 

As Dizzy rocked on her bed, the rhetorical questions serving as her own sort of inner monologue, she didn't notice the girl approach her until words had been spoken. Words from a voice that wasn't her own. Dizzy caught the name...Satomi...and the casual manner in which she spoke. Of course. There was always that handful that maintained an air of optimism or camaraderie even in the dark times and that Satomi had sought out Dizzy made Dizzy respond in a simple chuckle. 

[color=silver] "Chae Da Hee,"[/color] Dizzy responded, her voice small and her tone heavy, [color=silver] "Dizzy. Dizzy is my name now."[/color] She paused before continuing, both searching for the right phrasing to the question poised and to momentarily reflect on her new name. Old memories better left buried. [color=silver] "I hesitated. I had every intention of leaving...living in blissful ignorance and waiting for the end is a better life than most get. But I hesitated. I...I was thinking and missed my chance. I stayed because I had a moment of doubt."[/color] 

To Dizzy, that was the truth as she saw it. That she stayed by pure accident. But the words she was told continued to linger even now.

[color=silver] "You weren't in the quitter's line, Satomi Dosantosu, were you? You believe that girls like you...Limiters...you believe you can make a difference?"[/color] Dizzy was curious. It was rare to hear anyone having any sort of positive thoughts when it came to fighting back. And she was oh so curious as to what made the optimists so damn...optimistic.[/center]