Half-Sight

16 | rememory

a/n: hey everyone! how are you guys doing?

i feel like it's been a while since i've really gotten talk to you guys. drop a comment and let me know how've been. i hope everything's been okay and that you guys have been staying safe. as an asian american living in the US, i know i've been feeling a lot of emotions.

i hope this half-sight update can bring you some rest during this time. 

with love,

krissy

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Recap:  After Daizo's hallucinogen causes memories of family to resurface, Hina grieves for her lost parents and shares a moment with Ren. Kotomi admits that she will reconsider working for money and instead pledge to fight against Daizo. With Bohai gone, Hina and Ren now work to plan their next move to stop Daizo against mass-distributing white wing. 

16. REMEMORY

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"SO I DID some research." Ren twirls a knife absently in his hand. "We have two days before Daizo has his next set of hallucinogen ready for mass distribution."

I sit beside him with bowls of rice in hand. "Tell me about it."

He zooms in on a photo on hand-held screen—close enough for me to make out black stains and a maze of olive green fenced in by stone walls. The image shifts to a set of lines and moss green splotches. "This is a snapshot of the address from satellite footage. Aerial view taken three years ago. There's multiple rooftops—it looks like a maze in there."

"A maze?"

"Yeah. There's a lot of foliage, good for hiding. For all we know, he could be developing white wing right outdoors, and no one would know it." Ren sets down the knife. Images blur before my eyes as he swipes a hand. "I combed through Shiroi footage to get a good look at the shipment boxes for the quantity count. Multiply that by the minutes it takes to extract toxin from one flower, and that's our countdown. Thirty-nine hours."

I pause in mid-chew. "Less than two days."

"Yes—"

"You said we had two days."

"Well," says Ren, glancing at me. "I prefer to be optimistic."

It's the following morning. Sunlight pours in warmly through our open shoji-screen doors. Over bowls of egg-soaked rice, Ren and I plot out the timeline of Bohai's rescue. It feels good, really good, to finally be talking about our next concrete move. After last night, anything logistical is a breath of fresh air.

"It shouldn't be hard to get in through the walls," says Ren with eyes fixed on the screen. "The rooftops in the center are on a different plane—they're brighter so—"

"So they're higher up."

"Exactly," he answers, lips pulling. "Anything or anyone important is going to be in there. We can work our way clockwise along the perimeter until we get to the central building."

I lean away. "I can take the rooftops for a better look."

Ren glances at me for a beat, then nods. "Tomorrow night, then."