[h3][color=red][center][u]~Reika Kuroke~[/u][/center][/color][/h3]
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If Reika was offended by Nozomi’s blunt manner of speech, she didn’t show it. Instead she merely nodded, as if confirming what she seemed to have pieced together all along. Nobody who lived like this had to have a peaceful lifestyle. It was yet more insurance that all of them would be facing nothing but more pain. At least they would suffer together.

“I’m not expected to die? I…wouldn’t be too sure of that,” Reika said, eyes flicking away as she instinctively clenched her arm. Still, the other girl’s smile did give her slight encouragement and she appreciated the gesture. The pale girl gave Nozomi a look, as if to ask for permission, before she took a seat and sat beside her.

“White Hair #2? Odd…my name’s Kuroke Reika. And I wasn’t worried. Merely curious. You seemed to handle yourself just fine despite the grievous amounts of pain you must be going through right now. As for me, I’m not as luxurious as some of the girls here today.”

Yes, Reika had chosen to remain for a number of reasons. But perhaps the biggest was the possibility and hope that these researchers would be able to…fix her. Regardless of some grand purpose she was supposed to be fulfilling in serving her country, she’d rather die than continue living with her power. 

“As for your second question….I don’t have one. A family I mean. I lost everything a while ago so I’ve been alone with my thoughts and my…special traits for some time,” Reika said with a matter of fact tone.