Week one | The Beach (near Haru's body) | Early Evening Friday

[ She has been here for awhile.

Since the pieces were collected, since the head was mounted, since the yelling began and the angry ones were hauled away. She sits not in front of where that girl-- Haru was her name, she absolutely looked like a girl who would be named after spring-- is mounted, but a distance away.

It is a little blurry where she sits, but she can still see the spike just fine. ]

It's funny isn't it?

[ She does not look up when the footsteps approach. She is sitting in the sand, arms pulled around her knees. She has not moved in hours, and she does not intend to move still. ]

Her name was spring and she was the beginning.

Week One | Outside the circle of huts | Friday Night

[ There is a song they would sing, the three of them. Head, shoulder, knees, toes, she'd sing faster and faster and Shin would get upset when he couldn't keep up.

She has been walking back and forth, back and forth, humming the rhythm, following the words and lightly pressing her fingertips against the mentioned body parts. ]

Eyes, and ears, and mouth, and nose..head--

[ She stops when she sees Bellamy, and though she speaks directly to him, her eyes look somewhere much far past him. ]

You were right. [ Her voice is tired, but there is no severity in her voice, no fear. She speaks like what is just is. ]

We're all at risk.