[she doesn't know what she expected. or does expect, or will expect. all she knows is that the "furniture" euphemism is fucking weird, but she won't call sayo on it because strangely it does... kind of make sense. for the parts of her life that she's ashamed of, the ones she doesn't want to talk about but that she can't prevent thoughts of from bubbling up. the soul riding alongside her has no reaction to alcohol, to marijuana, to depression so deep that nothing will pull her from it (maybe not that last part), but the main part of anna's soul sure does feel awash in it sometimes.]

You know apps? Like on our phones? ...Few years ago, I ended up with one that I didn't install. It was called Retrospec, and it turns out just having it on my phone meant I was being chosen for this... big soul-merging free-for-all that turned into a massive fight for our reality. Always does, right? [she tries a smirk, but it comes out weaker than she wanted.]

To be honest, I didn't really care at first, but then my city started getting threatened. The people I loved started getting hurt, or disappearing, or forgetting. And I started changing, getting swords in the mail and waking up with robot legs. Kinda figured that it was time to start taking it seriously and fighting back.