*Setsuna eventually opens her eyes in a daze. She looks around at the unfamiliar house. It takes a little to take in, as Setsuna herself expected to die...*
*She feels the bullet wound on her chest and winces. The blood on her uniform was dry, and the wound still open. Still, she smiled. She was glad it was hers...*
*Despite the blood on her hands and clothes, she tries to get up, but immediately falls back on the chair. Her body was so sore... Is this what being real was like?*
*She forces herself up despite her pain, looking for something to disinfect her wound... She finds a note and reads it as she sits back down.*
*Turning her attention to the video, her expression becomes glum. Why would Hazama-san toss her about so carelessly...? ...Of course, that's how Hazama-san was. Only the strong survive... He was right about that. Setsuna couldn't look at herself like that anymore. She looks over towards Aincrad... She remembers him. He was one of the ones trying to stop her from going with Hazama-san. All of this was a lot to take in...*
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*Setsuna just sat there, now looking out the window. Setsuna was a complete person now... The blood on her was her own. She could cry, laugh, bleed, decay... She thought that once she did become complete, that she would feel some sense of passion, of purpose. Maybe she could get mad about something, cry over her own pain, maybe experience joy over something. But aside from the pain she felt from her wounds and bruises, she felt the same. Like an empty vessel... She still felt like she didn't know anything about truly living... What would she do now...?*