[member=2635]| ICHIGO KUROSAKI |[/member]
"Hey, Ichigo, right?" Ears pricked as she heard the footsteps coming towards her, towards where the only exit was on the island. She had always been told never to stick around there too long, not with the raptor's nest so close by. Yet, for some reason, it tempted her to get as close as possible, see if these apex predators were truly a force to be reckoned with. What little common sense she had prevented her from doing so yet. Still, it was best not to hang around too long, or even be here at all, but she had questions, and wasn't about to let the potential answer to them, some of them, anyways, walk away.

Blue optics settled on Ichigo. "You recognized me, even though I don't know you. At least, I think I don't. Who was Thea, or me, anyways? Before I died?" She chose to be blunt, figuring skirting around it and going in circles in an attempt to find an answer was pointless.

Thea wanted a lot of things, now. To go back to a home she likely could never return to, to make up for what she had done, and to find out who she was, or had been. She wanted to know if there was ever a chance of her just dying, and staying dead, and not have to play this game over and over again, and having to live with more and more guilt each time.

What little memory she had of him, was simply flashes, barely enough to know what kind of person he was. Bucky, being attacked, and a funeral. Both held a fair amount of grief and anger, something that almost physically hurt to experience for somebody who's emotions had been stunted for so long. An ally, from what she could gather, but maybe he could just be another potential target for her, somebody who had wronged her in her past life, like Buckingham had, and she might end up going the same lengths, just to ruin somebody's life, a person she wasn't even sure she knew. And that terrified her.

You want to find out that badly? Even if you're scared of finding out what kind of person you had been? With as big a grudge as you had on Bucky, who knows what kind you were? What kind of life you led? Why change it now? Soothing and tempting, speaking to her like how a mother would to a terrified child in an attempt to calm them down. And that irritated her, how they seemed fine with tormenting others, at the cost of her own sanity, bit by bit. Where she questioned everything she knew. This was what had torn her life apart, gotten her exiled for murder. An ear flicked, as if an annoying fly had drawn too close to her, and shaking her head as if to clear it. Shut up. Please, just shut up. I want you gone.

"I just wanna know anything. Even the littlest things."

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