+Tales of Shirix: Breaking+More Like This
Thats what it was.
The Organization was dead.
A creature on its back, writhing in attempt to cling to life.
She seemed to have lost everything she gained; every friend and every chance of normality . Shirixs eyes were empty. Not that they were ever perfectly full of life, but she lacked a purpose now. Sitting on her bed, curled up, she stared at her dark wooden floor and almost seemed to shake with her thoughts. In an instant outburst, she ripped and tore at her coat and threw it against the opposing wall, then burying her face in her hands. Whatever trust she had instilled in the nobodies under her, it was rapidly becoming a decrepit and collapsed ruin, just like the castle. It seemed like with all the nobodies inside it, it was breathing and moist inside like an entity itself, but at the same time cold and stark with the white and over-cleanliness due to the boredom of so many living within it as of recently. The irony of so many living in one