To be quite honest, Teresa Agnes had hardly noticed Mal and Jen retreat to Mal's quarters for the night... Or, if she had, she just hadn't acknowledged it. Rather, her bright blue eyes remained focused vigilantly on the form of William. Concern shimmered in those brilliant eyes, and it didn't take terribly long for the dark-haired female to settle at Will's bedside, continuing to watch him worriedly. She didn't exactly know just what she was expecting, but she couldn't help but feel the need to watch over him.
Just in case. I'm sure nothing bad'll happen.. But you can never be too careful, she tried to reassure herself.
As much as Teresa hated to admit it, the girl very well knew why she was so determined in her watching over Will. She'd already lost so many people... Mark, Trina, Lana, Alec, back when they'd rescued her from her village. Ash and Hurley back in her first Reapers' Game. And, most recently.. Yuki. The Glader wouldn't ever vocalize this, but she didn't want to lose anyone else; especially not someone that had been so kind to her.
The thing was, though.. There was something about Mal, Will, Yuki and Jen that was.. Well,
different. Now that she'd been left alone with nothing but William and her own thoughts, she was starting to piece it together. The male in front of her had become something very precious to her; but it wasn't really
her. It was all so confusing, to the girl. Ever since Viviette had merged with her, she'd felt so odd. She'd started recalling things that she knew she'd never been through, started feeling things she'd never felt, and had even- worst of all -developed fears and new memories of horrors that she could've sworn she'd never been through.
She despised it.
While the pale-skinned female was happy to have friends, it also terrified her. In the end, all of her friends only ever died on her. This trend had begun at the mere age of four, when WICKED came to her village and shot everyone down with darts filled with the Flare. Despite her age, Teresa remembered the day so vividly; seeing her family and village dropping one by one as the darts were stuck into them, until finally, she had been hit as well. When she awoke, she remembered seeing the already dilapidated village further destroyed, with the villagers having started showing symptoms of a fatal illness. She remembered watching her mother, father, and her brother begin to go insane right in front of her. Watching them suffer slowly, gradually growing more pained and insane with each passing day.
From there, she remembered being rescued from her village by Mark and company. She remembered them wanting to take her with them on their journey to get revenge on WICKED for infecting so many people with this mystery virus. They'd all died in front of her, too; at the mere age of five(though age had never mattered to her, anyways), but not without delivering her right to WICKED's doorstep like a Christmas present.
All of that aside, the point was, Teresa didn't want to have to see anyone else get hurt like that. Not William, not Mal, not Yuki or Jen... Not anyone else. As she stared at the injured William in front of her, she honestly couldn't help but wonder; was this her fault? Was she cursed, never able to truly befriend someone without signing their death warrant in doing so? She didn't know, but the thought was terrifying.
Trying to push those thoughts aside, Teresa hesitantly moved to gently caress William's cheek with her thumb, but not before carefully moving a small lock of his hair out of his face. That was how people comforted each other... Right? Teresa didn't exactly have experience in this field - that she remembered, anyways. "Hey.. It's gonna be okay, Will. You know that? It's gonna be okay," she assured in a surprisingly gentle tone.
..I shouldn't have come here. I should've known better, she mentally chided herself, pulling her gaze away with slight pain in her eyes.
The idea of leaving already was... Unpleasant. Teresa didn't want to, yet. Or, at least, the Viviette part of her didn't - but the female clearly needed time to sort herself out, because right now, it was hard to determine what thoughts and emotions were hers, and which were Viviette's. All she knew was that they were quite clearly different.
Those thoughts still on her mind, the young woman quickly found her eyelids starting to droop. Damn. It'd slipped her mind that she hadn't slept in days. She tried to fight the drowsiness, but soon enough, she fell asleep on her knees on the floor at Will's bedside, her chin rested on the bed.
And she desperately wished she hadn't.. For, the next thing she knew, she was enveloped in a horrid memory dream.
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Luckily enough, the girl was startled awake a mere few hours after spiraling down into that wretched recollection. Immediately, the female shot to her feet, only half awake but more than a little alert. It took no time at all for the Reaper to blink the sleep out of her pained eyes, her head whipping to face where the sound that had jarred her awake had come from. There was only the briefest moment of hesitation, in which, Teresa looked down at William. Regardless of whether he was awake or not, the girl felt the need to say something. "..I'll be right back, Will," she told the angel, before reluctantly setting off towards the sound...
...And what she saw was.. Well, not too terrible, in comparison to all of the things the girl had witnessed in her lifetimes. Nonetheless, though, it was.. Hard to see. The pain that Jen seemed to be in.
"...Oh, God.."
