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It had been long enough. Siduri had wandered the wilds after learning about her father's death. She'd killed things, devoured them, slept, walked, but mostly she was gone. Mentally checked out. The death of Gilgamesh had severed a thread of sanity within the girl that had unraveled her entire being. Siduri didn't know who she was half the time. She was a raft adrift at sea with no paddle, no sail, and no destination.

In a brief moment of clarity, Siduri figured that she should head back home. There were others that were grieving, after all. She didn't want them to cry about her as well. So Sid figured out where she was and set her paws towards walking home. It was a long, long walk, and night had fallen by the time that her paws touched the familiar terrain of home.

A ghost.

Mismatched eyes stared ahead and Siduri came to a complete stop. Gilgamesh, clear as day, stood in her path. Was her mind really that far gone that she was hallucinating? Well, why the hell not? She hadn't even been in her own skull for days. Siduri watched the ghost with rapt attention. Ghost or no, if this was the last time that she was to see her father, then she would remain still, unmoving, and would watch the specter until the wind carried it away.


"Siduri"