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February 28th, OE102
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She was more familiar with the sight of this particular ceiling than she had ever wanted to be acquainted with a ceiling. Sure she wasn't a mummy anymore but her limbs still were completely covered by bandages. And she was still restricted to the bed without being able to even shift her position because the damn things were completely broken and couldn't support her weight at all.

Yet despite being stuck in the bed, watching the same view as always she was snickering to herself, something that had become increasingly common past two weeks.

It's just that snrk what else was she supposed to be? The interrogation she had gone through few weeks ago was just so hilarious! Poor Cicero had looked like he wanted nothing more than to strangle her and void her remnants for the entire duration! How could she not snicker at that memory? Maybe possibly perhaps her attitude didn't help matters any - but that's what made it so fun.

In the aftermath of the mess from few weeks ago she had felt tired for days. Even past when her body had comparatively speaking recovered from the exhaustion caused by the Spirit Ball inside Vernie.

She had been mentally exhausted by the hatred of the Spirits that had taken over her body, that she had personally felt burn through her veins. It had burnt away her own carefully nursed hatred and lust for revenge. Nothing of it remained, which explained her lack of a reaction to Prometheus' demise. Nothing kept her in Shadow Mirror anymore, there were no reasons to stay in that doomed organization with the insane ideal that could not become a reality. No search for revenge, no rehabilitating Liana, she was close enough to a beginnings of a person. Nothing.

And it was just so liberating. She felt more free than she had ever since the fall of Maake! So she snickered, and she laughed, just enjoying being. Free of any and all burdens that so few ever experienced, constrained by unspoken rules as they were.

Finally, it felt like she could live again.

...Even if she was sick and tired of that stupid ceiling and that stupid wall and this stupid room.

But still she snickered. She had been very close to wrestling back control from the unruly spirits when they went and blew Vernie up to the point where it didn't matter anymore, but that ordeal had still awakened something else in her than just determination to have a thorough talk with them once she finally got out of this dull room nevermind the fact that they couldn't really communicate back they'd still certainly get the message.

She had been slacking off hadn't she? Hadn't tried to better herself and the amount of Dogmas she could shit out herself without any aid.

A purple magic circle appeared, covering much of the ceiling in front of her gaze behind it, a transparent butterfly made out of Od and roughly the size of her head fluttered out of it and landed on her nose. Several more came out of it, each one acting independently of the others and in unique patterns as they flew around according to her wishes.

Laura grinned. She remembered. Oh yes, she remembered the Dogmas the Spirits had cast, had felt them and their make as they were constructed. Those she could not do, nor would she even if she could.

But that did not mean that she could not take the lessons learned and apply them to her own ideas, desires and wishes.

In the dark of the night, spurred on by both the memory of Cicero's face, being freed of shackles she hadn't even known about and half a dozen other passing whimsical thoughts the last daughter of Maake laughed.

And kept on playing training.​