Me But Not Me

Of course someone would approach her in this state, because why wouldn't they? Where was Gil? Where was Sakana? Where was Gil? Where was Sakana? Hell, where was Modesty? Anyone that could run interference, keep Siduri from losing her mind.

The cheery voice spoke around a mouthful of flowers. Any other time, the gesture might be amusing, but today it was not. Nothing was amusing. Siduri's mind felt so thin. A paper thin veil between her own conscious and oblivion. Who knew what she would do when that veil blew away on the wind?

"Go away," the pastel fae growled, mismatched eyes flashing. Couldn't she see what kind of state Sid was in? The young wolf continued her pacing, though she altered her course, moving to pace behind the thick tree trunk instead of out in the open like she had been prior.

"Siduri"