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₊˚.༄ God Complex CHAPTER SIX: ( all paths lead to home. )
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"i'm beginning to know myself. i don't exist. i'm the space between what i'd like to be & what others made of me."
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Seira never liked the idea of a home she didn't create.
She liked Aki and her's home in Japan, for they had built it with love and care. Each brick laid took its time to craft, and each one was laid with precision and respect. They were like the Israelites building the Egyptian's empire, the only difference was they weren't slaves to do so. Exodus was there testimony to a heartfelt home.
They say all paths lead to home, but this train ride was not leading her home as much as Makima would like to think. The 'home' everyone liked to think she had was nothing resembling a home, for home was a place of comfort, and made you feel as though you were back in your mothers embrace. Wazuka was not her home, for it feasted and preyed on her fears and dismays. That place resembled Hell, for fire consumed the idea of Wazuka.
Sure, Seira resided in Wazuka for many years before moving to Japan. She had been a sister in the church that praised her beloved God. She was familiar with all the townsfolk, for their faces filled the pews every Sunday, and she sang the hymns of the lord. She was a prophet there, and she was still a prophet, only her home had become the world at her fall. Her fall from grace had poisoned her idea of Wazuka ever being a home.
