Who: Kira Ford, Pyramid Head, and later, Jo Harvelle. What: Kira's guilt is finally catching up with her. When: Around sunset, the day after this. Where: Jo's place. Rating: TBD, though consider who's involved. Status: In progress.
She really should have gone by the Hyperion by now to get that hug from Sarah, but she hadn't. It was certainly a better option than staring down at the unopened beer she had in her hand. She had told herself no more drinks for a while. It's just one beer. Can't get drunk off it. Maybe not, but that wasn't really the point. It would still numb her a little, which is something she didn't need if she was really going to deal with her problems. That and one could lead to another which would surely lead to enough to get drunk. So why was it even in her hands?
She sighed and went to put it away. She couldn't do this right now anyway. She had to get ready to perform. She didn't have time to sit around and think about how everyone so close to her heart seemed to be falling apart, probably because of her. Not totally because of her on Sam's part, but it's not like she'd made it any better for him. She'd spent so much time trying to help him get over himself and help Jack not turn into some drone, but she was failing at both. She wanted so bad to save them, but she couldn't. Just like she never save Trent.