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Level 6: 23/60
Location: The Maw: The Kitchen
Word Count: 521
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 24/60 [/center]

	Sakura wondered if she should be embarassed being carried around like this, but she was too tired to care at this point. Plus, she looked and felt like a helpless child, so it wasn't like she was adult Sakura being carried like this. Right? 

	Nadia, Mirage, and of course Bella reassured her about her homeland, which made Sakura smile. [color=f49ac2]"Well. All right. I h-hope you guys get to see it someday, but I don't know how." [/color] She had imagined that they would all be parting ways once this all over, if everything went back to normal. But she hoped that maybe in this big World of Light, her parents were sitting happily in their house. Once Sakura found them, she could introduce all her new friends to her family and her home. That was a nice thought.

	One that wouldn't last for long, as everyone was given backrow seats to the prelude of the night's festivities. The kid from earlier was still running away. Sakura tensed up, turning around to watch with wide eyes. When the Lady picked up Runaway with her magic powers, Sakura cried and averted her eyes, burying her face in Bella's shoulder. 

	Fabric balled up in her little fists. That poor kid...an actual kid, probably.

	 [color=f49ac2][i]"..."[/i][/color] Silently, she indicated Bella to set her down. Once back on her own two feet, Sakura straightened out her dress with her shaking hands. A child mutated before their very eyes, and they were powerless to stop it. Once again she felt like throwing up, but she forced herself to keep what little food she had running through her system. Instead she just made an odd noise and coughed. Lower limp trembling, her knuckles were white from squeezing into fists. For a moment, it might seem like she was resolute, or angry. But she wasn't. 

	[color=f49ac2]"I'll just..."[/color] She looked at Ace. [color=f49ac2]"Stay here. I think." [/color] She admitted, frightened. Scared of screwing up again, and afraid of dying or being cooked alive or some twisted fate worse than death. Afraid of the ghoulish spectators that relaxed dumbly in the seats infront of her. After a near constant deluge of mistakes and powerlessness, Sakura's spirit had given up the ghost, it seemed. She just couldn't take it anymore. 

	 As Bowser marched off to the store room, Sakura found a clear spot to sit down in the darkness, the geisha dolls looming high overhead. Curling up, she clutched her knees to her chest; as if she was cold. She opened her palms, stared at them for a moment, and then clenched her fists again. Stupid, useless, soft little things. Once again she returned to the question: Who was she without her strength? The answer: A pointless liability. Which, she supposed internally, was fair enough. She wasn't going to be too hard on herself for that. But she did need to stop deluding herself into thinking she could be helpful in these dire circumstances. So she sat in silence, making herself as small and as hard to see as possible in the shadows of the back row of the theater.