foolishwren | 008. Video

_{[When the screen comes on, it's pointed straight at the sky-- specifically, at the deep, smoke-gray thunderheads starting to roll in. The foliage just peeking over the bottom of the screen's view is whipping around in a frenzy, buffeted by the foreboding winds that have sprung up in the face of the storm.]

[Heather's voice then cuts in over the roar of weather. She's YELLING to make herself heard.]}

Can you BELIEVE this!?

Can you friggin' believe this?!

All day yesterday I'm slogging along through the heat and then the moment I get to the city to actually chill around in civilization, THIS happ--

_{[A handful or so of wet leaves is quite suddenly plastered against the camera lens. Thank you, 60 mph wind. Thank you]}

Ackplthh--!!

_{[... And apparently Heather was hit in the face by several, too.]}

PLHHHFFLT! If I have to spend another week sitting in the Pokemon Center in order not to drown, I am gonna...... oh boy.

_{[Aaaand here comes the rolling wall of pure downpour. The camera turns sharply and any viewers still watching are treated to a tilta-whirl of grass, dirt, a running Sentret, and occasionally Heather's boots as she high-tails it away from the rain. THAT'S RIGHT, HEATHER. IF YOU RUN FAST ENOUGH, YOU CAN OUTRUN NATURE.]

[Eventually the video feed cuts out.]}

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_{[Otacon was a smart man.]

[Heather's outlook on what had happened was something best summed up in two parts. There was the rational. She knew it wasn't her fault-- she hadn't murdered Harry. She hadn't hired a detective to track them down. She hadn't chosen to be poster child of Silent Hill's twisted religion. But the plain, blunt truth of it was that humans weren't rational, and no matter how much she knew that she wasn't to blame for what happened, that didn't stop her from feeling the guilt. There would always be the questions.]

[What if she'd come home sooner, on time like he'd wanted? What if she hadn't gone out at all? What if she hadn't wasted so much time being a stupid, rebellious ingrate instead of appreciating what she had? All those months she'd spent acting out, trying to be the opposite of her stuffy, overprotective father who was crimping her fun by worrying about her so much ... She'd give anything to have that time back.]

[Guilt, see, had its way of worming in around the facts. Sometimes it just plain didn't matter to know that it wasn't your fault. The chance that maybe, if you'd just done things a little better at some point in the past, things would have turned out all right, was more than enough to haunt. Heather knew she hadn't done anything wrong by going out to the mall that evening. But that didn't change the fact that maybe if she'd been at home instead, Harry might still have been alive.]}

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