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The show was loud and bombastic. In some ways, it reminded Marina of her old life. Before it all happened. It was all just meaningless aesthetics, though. The comparisons of fighting people on a professional stage and manic-punk-metal started and ended at passion. One band played after another. Marina would be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy it. Even though she wasn't one for watching this kind of thing, she could easily see why people enjoyed it. It almost made her forget. Almost.

The last band to play was what that host had told her: the Quartermasters. He played the drums. His hair was the same. His face was the same. His piercings were the same. Everything was the same. Everything. For the entire set, Marina froze. Bravery was fleeting. Simple images and dreams of revenge were nothing compared to seeing him in the flesh.

It was him.

He was there. [i]Watching her, as she was frozen.[/i] He participated. [i]That old, dull kitchen knife piercing her skin.[/i] He cut deep into her stomach with that knife. [i]Up and down it went, recklessly tearing skin and flesh with great effort.[/i] He was the one. [i]The suffering seared her assailants into her mind/[/i] He killed her. [i]Her pulse wavered as her blood flowed out of her wounds.[/i] He opened her flesh. [i]He curiously poked around inside, just to see what was going on.[/i] He was her killer. [i]Along with the rest of them, they watched and laughed as her arms and legs were taken as trophies.[/i] It was his fault. [i]She just couldn't die; not just yet.[/i] No, it was all of their fault.

[i]Hurk...[/i]

Her hand was already covering her mouth. She could barely hear Yasuo. Not over that ringing. She couldn't see. Light was dark. Everything was fuzzy. It was difficult to make sense out of any sort of shape. She had to get out. She ran out of Galaxy. The second she left that building, her mouth opened to unleash a torrent of undigested booze. No, it wasn't sickness or drunkenness. It was reflex. She remembered what happened.

But she couldn't stop because of it. She still had something she needed to do. It didn't matter who was there. She had to continue. So she steeled herself and walked back in. She might be able to catch him after he left talking to those girls. That's what she thought, anyways. What did Yasuo say again? Something about the plan?

[b]"Letting what happens happen."[/b] She faintly choked out.