Forget

HEY OHKUBO STOP PUTTING CHRONA IN ONLY ONE FRAME EVERY CHAPTER OR I'M GOING TO...

Do absolutely nothing.

Stop being an asshole anyway, Ohkubo.

Ragnarok was there, as always. He was a constant, if nothing else.

Well, Medusa was a constant, too. Even in the brief time Chrona spent at Shibusen, Medusa's presence was constant. There had never been a day that Chrona didn't think about these two. When they weren't at the forefront, then they were looming in the background of every thought Chrona had ever had.

So this was really no different.

In all honesty, it would probably be better if Chrona were to forget the time spent at Shibusen. There was some phrase like that, probably. If Chrona never knew what it was like to be at least kind of happy, then this would have been much easier to deal with. There wasn't any point in saying it was impossible to deal with anymore, the constants of Chrona's life had long since stopped caring.

So it would be better if Chrona were to forget. Everyone else must have, right? They were probably living peacefully now, and Chrona didn't really resent them for it. From the memories, Chrona knew that living a normal life must have been really great, so that was what they all should be doing, especially...

Chrona couldn't bear to remember too much, though. And it was all too much, but it was all that there was to do in the dungeon, waiting for one of two constants to interrupt these memories. They became more and more difficult to recall as the days (or was it years? Chrona wasn't sure, there was no sense of time here) went by.

It was at this point Chrona's memories of friends and peace and playing basketball were replaced by the other two constants of life, hunger and fear.

"Good morning, Fear, I just woke up, so it must be morning. Would you like to join me and Mister Corner? I'm sure today will be a wonderful day."

Fear doesn't reply, and neither does hunger. Chrona doesn't mind, though, because silence is so much better than insults and abuse. But fear moves away, and gets replaced by Apathy. Apathy is a good friend, too, much better than--

"It's really true, Hunger, I had real people as friends, once. My best friend, her name was..."

But Chrona can't remember, it's too tiring to remember something like that. Besides, whoever it was probably forgot about Chrona long ago. It was only fair, since Chrona is forgetting about her, too.

It's all too much. So Chrona falls asleep again and dreams about being in a warm embrace. But she still doesn't remember from who.

The dream is the last thing that leaves Chrona's mind, while staring blankly upwards, towards the ceiling, and does it even matter if this room is dark or light, it all just blends together after a while.

Chrona doesn't remember anything. The world extends until the walls of this room, Chrona has never seen anything else. Each time that black-blooded creature emerges from her back it's as though Chrona is experiencing it for the first time. Every time that woman enters the world it's as though Chrona is surprised by the pain that follows.

But sometimes, when the door of the world closes once more, there's a sound that Chrona can make that is complete and total nonsense, but still somehow manages to make the world seem a bit warmer, something Chrona might be able to deal with for just a second longer.

"Maka..."

Complete and total nonsense.