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Ophelia Stone had been in the shower for half an hour, hoping to wash away the incredible guilt that continues festering away inside of her. So far, it hadn't worked. The first thing she wanted to do was find Lydia; that was all that was on her mind. But she had to make sure the nogitsune didn't have any hold on her anymore, she wouldn't and couldn't risk interacting with anyone unless she was one-hundred percent sure. Everything felt like her fault. She blames herself for everything that had happened since Eichen House. Because it really is her fault. It's her fault that she gave in. It's her fault for not fighting the dark spirit any longer. She already has hundreds, maybe thousands, of dead and injured bodies on her conscience. But these ones are different. They're personal.
She had seen everything. Ophelia's only choice was to watch helplessly as she attacked Stiles, when she had slaughtered dozens at Eichen House, when she had hurt Kira's mother... Even though she knows that it wasn't necessarily her doing these things, it still felt like it. It was her body, her face, and her voice. She can't imagine what her friends must be thinking. What if they hate her? What if she's traumatised them all so much that they'll never be able to look at her the same? Or worse, ever again. What if she's lost her family because all she was trying to do in the beginning was save them?
