Screaming.
All she heard was a terrible screaming. Fire all around. The scorched bodies of her family lying in their home and surrendering to the all-consuming heat that surrounded her. Only the saving embrace of Visionary kept her body safe as eyeballs provided her sight all around. Family mementos, portraits, small trinkets, handwritten books providing knowledge of this lifestyle and belief...all of the things she loved and cherished consumed in the all-eating red.
She nearly screamed by the time she woke up, eyes glistening with unshed tears as Duncan shook her awake. ...It...should just be a dream.
That was the pretty lie she told herself.
Letting go of him as the doors opened, all four orbs responded to her reawakening as she willed them upwards and around her in a slow orbit, listening to his words and staring forward.
...She hadn't done it right. He didn't deserve to be yelled at alone for her actions in the slightest.
Standing up as the rest of them left, Eika got off of the death trap and crouched down to let Nom-Nom get to chasing after Duncan. A soft murmur of words would have the PuPu do trying it's best to not fall over as she herself began walking to the student dorms to wash off the blood that remained soaked in her uniform.
Tragedy.
The voice echoed in her head as she bit her lip, rubbing at her shoulder as Visionary's many voices began to whisper the same thing over and over again. ...What tragedy could come of it?... She would have to hope that it was something that she would be able to stop one should it come. Her task at hand followed of throwing her door open to her room, taking up her casual outfit that had been left folded on her bed, and walking to the closest shower to rinse off the crimson essence that she's torn from the bodies of others.
She hadn't even thought about their lives.
Only...saving one of the people she cared about. She hadn't even stopped to think about any family or friends they had...only...to make sure the one that had cared for them all was safe.
Monster.
That was the word for one that lacked a conscious, correct? Her lips parted, breathing in hot steam that would rise from the shower's water by the time she had walked in. Fingers traversed through her hair to rid it of any remnants of the red that stained her, a soft sigh falling from her lips as she finally turned off the water to watch it all spiral down the drain.
...He had asked her to think on what this mission was all about. So she should go tell him what she'd conjured from it.
And thus, Eika got herself dressed once the heat from a fire spell dried out her hair and walk right out of her room to go do the one thing she could to ensure that she would catch Duncan.
She stepped into the elevator, brought her orbs in behind her, and took a seat with them at her sides.
She would wait all day if she had to. He had to get on here sometime.