[Alice is in... well, it's not her room. Her own room is actually quite dire, as there wasn't much left intact after steadily losing what was left of her sanity combined with a Precure's strength. One of the few remaining unoccupied rooms of the Shepherd serves as her current living quarters, and it is... quite barren outside her bed.
She doesn't really care, though. In fact, she's finding it very hard to care about much then and there besides the people closest to her, her worry for them, and... well, how utterly worthless she was now feeling.
Her left arm in a sling, she has also not very well left her bed for several days. Not that she'd done much sleeping. She'd passed out from sheer exhaustion after arriving back on the ship, but any rest was short lived. Nightmares punched through her dreamscape every time she drifted off. Rikka, bleeding out on that beach. Both her and Mana being surrounded by zombies and... the cavalry then not arriving to save them... And either way, Alice being helpless to save them. The dark circles beneath baggy, bloodshot eyes showed this lack of rest pretty well, as did her hair, hanging uncharacteristically loose around her face and not having been properly cared for as she normally would.
She reads Rikka's entry - because, really, she has nothing else to do - and just sighs quietly to herself. She hadn't gone back and looked at whatever Rikka had said when they disappeared. She's been afraid to, really. Already knowing what she did of what all this had done to Rikka, knowing any more feels like it would be too much. Of course, at the same time, she also feels cowardly in doing that.
She's been feeling like that a lot, actually. Not really talking much to anyone. Not even Lance. Just trying to stay in her own little hole in the wall, almost as if willing herself to be ignored, even though she knows that some never will. No matter how much she thinks then and there they would be better off if they just would.]
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She doesn't really care, though. In fact, she's finding it very hard to care about much then and there besides the people closest to her, her worry for them, and... well, how utterly worthless she was now feeling.
Her left arm in a sling, she has also not very well left her bed for several days. Not that she'd done much sleeping. She'd passed out from sheer exhaustion after arriving back on the ship, but any rest was short lived. Nightmares punched through her dreamscape every time she drifted off. Rikka, bleeding out on that beach. Both her and Mana being surrounded by zombies and... the cavalry then not arriving to save them... And either way, Alice being helpless to save them. The dark circles beneath baggy, bloodshot eyes showed this lack of rest pretty well, as did her hair, hanging uncharacteristically loose around her face and not having been properly cared for as she normally would.
She reads Rikka's entry - because, really, she has nothing else to do - and just sighs quietly to herself. She hadn't gone back and looked at whatever Rikka had said when they disappeared. She's been afraid to, really. Already knowing what she did of what all this had done to Rikka, knowing any more feels like it would be too much. Of course, at the same time, she also feels cowardly in doing that.
She's been feeling like that a lot, actually. Not really talking much to anyone. Not even Lance. Just trying to stay in her own little hole in the wall, almost as if willing herself to be ignored, even though she knows that some never will. No matter how much she thinks then and there they would be better off if they just would.]