[h1][b][i][color=A2797E][center]Sabine Bassard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTitjNSCgZ41euAo0gj6HkFGfvCeCklE4tmYA&s[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=A2797E][b]Location[/b][/color]: Dorm Room
[color=A2797E][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A
[color=A2797A][b]Fit Of The Day[/b][/color]: School Uniform (Sweater Variant)
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As Sabine walked through the halls, passing by faces she knew and did not know, she felt her pulse quicken. She could almost feel every vein within her push through her blood as it raced into her heart. Had she been given a moment she may have processed things quicker. Easier. Instead she was told she would have to go to therapy and that she was, by all accounts, actually dead and was, instead, a clone; albeit one that remembered everything.

She stopped. Remember. Could she, if she tried, remember what happened during her time in Arcade's game system? She didn't know how memory management connected to reality shifting or time travel, but maybe? 

Would she want to though? By all accounts it was horrible. There were only a few people who would remember it and she didn't want to go around messing with their heads. But there was one person who would remember it. One who wanted to make amends.

Arcade.

There was no way she would be given access to him though. And she also had the contest. And that was another hurdle. How would the teams be established? They agreed to talk about it later but there was a mix of people who didn't care and who cared too much. Was it fair of them to demand that April, Dorian, and Danni all be on one team just because they had dreamed of it forever? How did that make her feel? Or Leah? Or Percy? Or Zelda? They talked about her without her being there and that made Sabine feel...ick. How flippant Danni was to another person's feelings, even if she truly believed he meant the best. Leah wasn't even a consideration, as much as she commiserated about the contest. Sabine wanted to win, but not at the expense of others she cared about.

And this was, of course, not even tackling the issue of her dream about her mother. And whoever that man was that she felt....some connection to. On top of her father and step-mother.

Sabine entered her room and fell face first into her bed. She wanted to stay there for the rest of the day, but knew she would be needed elsewhere. She was always needed. And now she would be needed in therapy.

She said she would never do it again. But it seemed there would be little choice.