A part of you knows he's trying to help, that Oscar's just doing what he thinks is right.
The rest of you is too fucking angry to care.
"So fucking what if it's just an image of a dream! Dreams and memories were all I had left of them!" You shove the picture in his face. "Look! Now I have something, and I'm not going to lose it!"
"Kyoko, there's nothing actually to lose. I know you don't want to hear it, but this is going to hurt you more than it'll help-"
"Hurt me?" Your voice rises to a shriek. "Hurt me?" You jump to your feet. "You know what hurt me, you shitbrained, tin-can donkey's asshole? Having the last image of my mother and sister burned into my brain was their blood splattered over the kitchen! Now I have a picture of them smiling, and happy, and I'm not shoving it in a box or getting rid of it or anything else!"
He holds up his hands, and speaks slowly and calmly. "Kyoko, please. Just listen to me. I'm only trying to help."
You stare at him coldly. "Trying to help. Yeah. You've sure as fuck done a lot of that lately."
He's silent for a long moment. "Is that what this is really about?"
You ignore him, and walk out, transforming as you do; the picture goes with the rest of your stuff to wherever it's stored.
"I'm gonna go find the clone. Stay at the bonfire and don't make me put up the fucking chains again."
He doesn't move except to sigh and cross his arms. You leap away.
Unfortunately, there's no sign of the clone anywhere; just mosquitoes, those weird spider monsters, and an occasional leech the size of a goddamn small bear. You hop from one reasonably stable patch of ground to the next, but still no clues.
As you search, the adrenaline starts to wear off, and you can feel pressure behind your eyes again. You stop at the base of a pillar.
You really don't want to cry now. You squeeze your eyes shut, and punch the pillar. You open your eyes. There's a spider-web of cracks in the stone spreading a foot from your fist, which is of course broken.
Pain's fine. You can deal with pain. The tears hurt as your hand throbs in agony, but it's a good distract-
"Well, well. What is a girl like you doing in a place like this? The swamp is no place for pretty dresses and jeweled weapons."
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