The darkness in her mind was never a welcoming entity. It mocked her and dragged her further down the sea of depression like lamb to the slaughter. It pulled every which way, making the woman feel like a doll. It threw her worst memories at her and dug her nose into the ground, as if she wasn't even a person. Maria tried to escape, desperately attempting to run away from the pain, but the mental image of her attacking Saisei and Uriel's powers burning her had her in hysterics. The pool of depression flooded and attempt to drown her in its sorrow, but a sound broke through her mental and cracked the inner plane. Helle's voice and the night of confessions had her still as she stared upon now much brighter sky.“Mimi… Let it all out. I am here. I shall always be here until death decides it is my time, and even then, I shall not leave thee comfortless.” "I think she's waking up."
The first thing Maria could identify when opening her eyes was the face of the the young girl that had approached her earlier looking down at her worriedly. The second thing she realized was that she was in a home she did not recognize. This immediately put her body in an alert mode, but she could do nothing but stare listlessly back at the concerned black eyes. Another figure of an older man appeared behind her, before disappearing again only to return for a second time. The black eyed girl left her side and Mimi attempted to follow but she couldn't even gather the strength to turn her head. Is this how she died?
A beat passes before she could feel some kind of tube being forced passed her lips and warm liquid began to be forced down her throat. Her eyes that were previously half closed immediately shot open in panic, her taste buds immediately recognizing the taste. Memories of that day on the floor with the pink haired boy assaulted her mind, her body responding by attempting to weakly fight against the blood, but failing helplessly. Even if her mind screamed no, Maria's body had no qualms on taking the liquid gold down to the very last drop, sitting up and practically gulping down when she finally regained some strength to actually move. Once finished, the blonde took a moment to gather herself, and curled herself into a ball to stop herself from vomiting back up her lifeblood. A hand grabbed her shoulder to turn her over to face them, the man she just barely saw before passing out earlier. The woman flinched away from his touch, but his firm grip kept her from getting far.
His voice was calm and soothing as he introduced himself, Duyi, and started from how he knew who she was. Apparently his great, great grandfather was someone from her family at the orphanage and had always wondered where she had ended up. During his final years he searched all over for her, barely finding any form of information on the woman before he accidentally stumbled upon Anton Fang. The sueki male had cheerfully explained how he "ruined" the blonde in such gruesome imagery that the elder man nearly had a heart attack. But in the end, he still didn't know where she was and the horrific information just made him feel even more guilty about their distance.
Duyi explained how he only knew who she was, was due to the fact that their family home had kept a large photo of all the orphan kids in the living room next to their great great grandfather's portrait. They had been hesitant to approach her due to her connections with Helle Armstrong and the giant man she accompanied on her first day of arrival. But with things happened in America and her being more alone than ever, it seemed like a good time to contact the woman, until they discovered just how bad of a shape she was in.
At the end of his story, the asian man pulled out a photo of a younger Maria and a handful of other kids from the orphanage surrounding one of the caretakers, pausing like a bunch of hooligans'. Tears began to fall down pale cheeks as the sueki woman gazed with sad eyes at the photo, gently taking it in her trembling hands. Time at the orphanage seemed so long ago, and here she sat being miserable past her expiration date, while her family aged and had families of their own. She would have loved to settle down and have a family, if she wasn't such a fool she could have died happily by 90. Yet here she sat, surviving by draining other's essence. Such thoughts nearly sent her into a depressive crying mess, but a hug from behind had the blonde woman pause. The young girl from earlier was hugging her warmly, as if trying to squeeze the sadness out of her. "We found you! Grandpa would be so happy to see you, so don't be sad. It's ok that you're a sueki, we don't care, we can take care of your hunger for you! Or even force you cuz you're crazy, ya know. Even if you don't know us, we can be family! You don't have to be alone, you don't have to seek revenge— you can settle down, we can find a solution, together."
She was going to hate crying at this point, she was sure she looked absolutely ridiculous with tear streaks down her face and snot trying to escape her nostrils. But no matter how much she hated how much she looked at this moment, she knew deep in her heart she didn't care, couldn't care. Not when they were offering her a second home. Helle doing it had already made her fall for the woman, but for ancient family to welcome her back, regardless of what she was made her dead heart squeeze painfully in her chest. Was this the right path? Giving up on revenge? It sounded easy on paper, but to give up on such a path just so easily didn't sit right. But maybe, maybe putting it out of mind right now seemed like a good idea. Besides, she's already spent more than 100 years chasing him, pausing now wouldn't be such a big deal, would it?
And if that ended with Maria dropping the chase entirely, then well, who could blame her?