The Chronicles of Sorataki: Lucid Wish

Chapter 13: Two halves of a whole

Allisa

She could see nothing else save for the sight of a round black table, a cup in front of her and a woman sitting with a cap in her hand on the other end. It was like she was watching all of this unfold on a widescreen in the back of a cinema. The sights were there, she could will herself to step into that sight and live life through these sets of eyes as if her own, but she withdrew from doing so. Sadly, she'd seen the same moment before.

Here again.

She wanted to scream, shout at the vision she saw in the hopes of doing so would make Clare stop and not fall into a life of despair like before but she held back from doing so. It was no use, her voice could never be heard from here. These were memories, she'd tried calling here before that's how she knew. As much as it pained her. As much as it ate at her soul as long as this place would have her she needed to try and work out what happened to Clare. She needed to understand what it was that happened to her to get like this. And to do that she needed to observe.

In that effort she stood there looking at the mint green walls, focusing on Clare's mother's moving lips in the hopes of picking up something. Unsatisfied by the lack of understanding she yielded she leaned forward to get a closer look. She like zooming onto an image on a screen she got a clear take on the place but instead, this pulled her into Clear's eyes propper.

Clare's mother, it still felt strange to see someone she did not know in person look in her direction, but knowing what's coming made her less bothered by that. This was Clare's mother, who'd shown affection to her, who'd cried for her. Who will do so once again given that this was the exact same memory? This time she wanted to see if she could grasp some of the words. Unravel what happened here.

She got a little peeved as Clares' eyes came off her mother's lips to look down and pick up her steaming teacup. She'd forgotten this happen before but seeing it rise to her mouth she recollected that it ended abruptly so just waited until it did so. She simply had to wait and-

Allisa's eyes widened in shock as a warm liquid with a flavored taste came rushing into her mouth. Was that... ginger? It hit her when Clare put the cup to her mouth. But that's not possible it didn't happen last time... except. She could faintly smell the zing of ginger through her nose as it went past her mouth and down her throat.

This is different!

Before she could begin to make sense of it she felt the drink spasm in her throat making her choke and cough from its suddenness. Pulling out from Clare's point of view with tears forming in her eyes from what happened Allisa looked back up in shock only to see that Clare was jerking from a cough herself. It was then that the realization hit her.

"I'm gaining her senses,"

The last time she was here it was after taking out the embodiment of sight. She thought she happened here after expending herself in the fight. This time she'd just taken out the embodiment of taste and although she still had more in the tank she fell unchouchoues, coming back here to see events she saw last time, except this time she can now taste and perhaps smelled what Clare did. It was clear to her now that every victory she gains against her personifications the more senses she will gather here. If that's the case then what would happen if she took out touch? What would happen if she was able to take out hearing?

She saw Clare's mother gingerly sitting back down on her seat opposite her after checking if Clare was ok, but with her mind so concentrated on the possibility of hearing what was said if and when she came back here after defeating the other senses she paid less attention. Even so, she could not distract herself from watching both Clare and her mother tear up after exchanging words. It hurt to watch, her throat burned with the emotions that Clare felt. A kind of double whammy in a sense. The look of love and concern on her mother's face, her thumb stroking her daughter's hand on top of the table. There was such a deep connection here, it pained her to know that what she saw next strongly indicated that that connection had been broken.