[ The memories come and sink into Hermione's consciousness like whiplash, striking her down and making her feel weak and vulnerable. There's nothing she can do; they swirl around in her mind and she can't stop it, can't fight back, can only watch as Caster is killed time and time again, hundreds of times, playing out like a grotesque picture show for her and her alone. The only relief that comes is tinged with sadness and pain as the Master breaks their contract, abandoning Caster back to the Cell that she was trapped into, and she feels...
Broken.
When Hermione wakes up she breathes out a sharp noise, shivering a little before she pushes herself to her feet. She looks around but can't stop - she slides out of her bed and along to where she knows Caster will be (her Servant doesn't sleep with her unless asked, and Hermione doesn't ask often).
It's easy, then, to slip up and lay on the bed beside Tamamo, to reach out and put a hand on her head, gently, stroking through her hair. When she speaks, her voice is a low, quiet whisper. ]
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Broken.
When Hermione wakes up she breathes out a sharp noise, shivering a little before she pushes herself to her feet. She looks around but can't stop - she slides out of her bed and along to where she knows Caster will be (her Servant doesn't sleep with her unless asked, and Hermione doesn't ask often).
It's easy, then, to slip up and lay on the bed beside Tamamo, to reach out and put a hand on her head, gently, stroking through her hair. When she speaks, her voice is a low, quiet whisper. ]
It's okay. I'm here.