[center][h1]S [color=red][i]i l h o u e t t e[/i][/color][/h1] 
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[quote=Silhouette][color=red]"Kept ya waiting, huh?[/color][/quote][/center]
Having sustained injuries at the hands of a threat many times her own size, Silhouette had never rejoined the fray. She remained absent from the fight, incapable of offering a helping hand to those engaged with the gargantuan abomination, and instead remained against the wall of the stadium, unmoving. Her unresponsive appearance was not unlike a machine that had lost all power, a puppet with its strings cut, or someone no longer amongst the living. But the truth was that she was far from deceased. Her wounds were not fatal, nor were they severe enough to prevent her from fighting. Physically, she was almost in top condition. 

But the wound that had put Silhouette down was a mental one. 

Silhouette had been in shock. 

She had lost control. 

She had lost herself. 

Silhouette eyes held no light in them. Her lifeless pupils stared forwards, at nothing in particular. 

There was nothing on her mind except the hard fact that she had allowed this being inside of her to violate her body and use it as it pleased, and her thoughts while it did so. Silhouette was entirely conscious the entire time her body had decided to go berserk, but no matter how hard she had tried, her will never reached her body. Only when she had been rocked by that monster did she finally 'wake up' from that nightmare, but by then she had suffered for what felt like an eternity, and the damage was done. 

[color=red][i]I... don't like this.[/i][/color]

Silhouette watched through her own eyes as someone else chose a target to attack. 

[color=red][i]...I hate this.[/i][/color]

She watched some amateur, some beast throw attacks using her own body. 

[color=red][i]...please, make it stop...![/i][/color] 

Sil felt her heart beating quicker and quicker, to the point where she was sure it was going to explode. Ironically, being smacked around by the huge behemoth was what wound up calming her down enough to take herself back. Regretfully, she didn't feelt much better even then.  She was still sweating bullets and found it impossible to work up the will to move from her position. She had frozen to the wall of the stadium, trying desperately not to admit to herself that what she just experienced had not only managed to scare her but had terrified her almost to the point of tears, which she was just barely able to hold back. This violation of her very being wasn't just a minor inconvenience to her, it was something she could never forget, even if she wanted to.

Veronica's appearance also did little to set her mind at ease. Rather, it had the opposite effect, as such a blunder was only capable by a complete amateur, Silhouette had previously been convinced. It did not help that through the possession, unpleasant memories of a similar event had been dug up. One that came about as a result of the use of the black coin. She eventually decided that thinking about it wasn't going to help her mental condition improve. In front of Veronica, she had to stop acting so pathetic, too. While she couldn't forget this, she could try to ignore it. 

[color=red]"I understand,"[/color]

Silhouette's voice was quite soft and she went along with the policewoman with no resistance and sluggish movements. The crestfallen Mint agent attempted to keep her stoic look about her as best she could while she spoke to the white-haired girl who greeted her. [color=red]"A pleasure to meet you, I suppose."[/color] she returned the greeting in the quiet voice that was probably difficult to hear. It wasn't intentional, however, and after clearing her throat, she tried moving past it. 

[color=red]"Today... should have gone a lot better."[/color]