A mirror.
A broken mirror to be specific.
That's how Lare saw Blue...
A mirror broken in million pieces.
Blue is what Lare could describe as a distorted version of herself.
The same, but so different.
So close, yet so far.
Lare felt like Blue was a replica of herself that took a step wrong to the wrong path in the wrong time.
We'd normally think broken mirrors are useless, no? You can no longer see yourself, you can't relate.
Lare doesn't care.
She'd take every single piece of glass, and put it in it's place. Even if her hands bleed.
Even when she finally finished. She noticed there was something missing, a piece of glass missing.
A certain part of the chest in the left, the heart.
"What could solve that? What could replace such thing?" She wondered.
The moment they hugged, Blue's sobs were more than enough to let her know that what was the heart, was her.
—P...Please... don't forget me...— Lare managed to whimper out as the flame of life inside of her slowly vanished.
—Lareeeee!! Uwaaaaah!!!—
What could replace that missing heart, was her, but now, what was replacing it was her wine colored blood.
All for a stupid majority vote, hm?