Chapter Text
Act One: A Prelude to Change
“And that my fellow citizens is why this… this murderous slob should no longer be allowed in Fontaine!” Francis belted, spittle flying from his lips as his fury resonated with the riled audience. “Not only did he first hire an assassin to do his dirty work for him, when it failed this repugnant monster decided he had no choice but to- to choke the life out of his own sister! We must condemn him!”
The crowd roared for justice as the defendant sobbed, trying defend himself with blubbered out pleas. Furina could only sigh as she watched the pitiful display. 200 years and still no sign of any grand trial that would end her masquerade as Archon.
She wasn't sure how much longer she could do this. It was a miracle that she managed to pull off this facade for more than a few weeks, nonetheless an entire two centuries. With no divine strength or even an affinity for hydro, she knew all it would take is for one citizen to ask, “Why has the hydro archon never displayed her powers before?”
In that situation the best response she could make was simply claim that she used up all of her powers to create the Oratrice. But that argument was… shaky to say the least. The idea that an archon’s power, the divinity and authority of a god who rules an entire nation being “used up” was unfathomable. It only gets worse when you add on the fact that she used said authority to create what can be… generously described as a copper power generator that doubled as a “yes or no” machine. If it wasn’t for Neuvillette vouching for her, she was certain she would’ve been found out by any number of curious citizens.
She supposed she would just have to keep going and see just how long she could keep her act up. Whether it’d be by failure or success, it would all end at one point or another after all.
She briefly shook her head to clear her mind, she was distracting herself again. While this may have been excusable anywhere else, Furina knew quite well that there was no excuse for dozing off during a murder trial. Even if it was about to end, she had to maintain appearances at least until the verdict sounded and she could retreat to her quarters.
Speaking of said verdict, recently she’s actually been feeling rather displeased with the Oratrice. Though she has yet to actually say or express such thoughts. How could she? The idea of any citizen in Fontaine being discontent with the Oratrice was akin to blasphemy. And most wouldn’t even be able to conceive the idea of the Hydro Archon herself being dissatisfied with it.
It’s not that she has actually disagreed with a verdict it made recently. Not at all. Where her problems lie was more so in how the Oratrice operated.
Most saw the Oratrice as omniscient, already knowing whether a defendant was guilty or not before the trial even starts. But Furina was aware this was far from the truth. In the end, the Oratrice was just like any judge in the land. It takes into consideration the evidence presented, the arguments made, and even how the defendants and prosecutors presented themselves. It was far from all-knowing, and yet the citizens of Fontaine treated it as such. Should it be revealed that a verdict it gives that is wrong (if it hasn’t handed one out already), then all of Fontaine would be shocked to its core. And that’s only if they are willing to believe it was wrong in the first place.
Really the only thing that made it different from Neuvillette (or any judge) was that because of its mechanical nature it was impossible for it to be biased, or influenced by emotions. Because of this, Neuvillette didn’t actually need the Oratrice to perform his job. If anything it’s simply there for tradition, a thought that even Furina found hard to swallow, forget about any Fontainian who’s even slightly nationalistic.
But even if Neuvillette wasn’t present and it was only the Oratrice, there was still one glaring flaw within it: It was limited to only the evidence within the trial, and possessed no logic or deduction skills whatsoever.
This trial was a great example of that. On paper it seemed to be an open and shut case. It was a failed assassination attempt turned into a murder plot by a brother jealous of his sister’s success and hoping to inherit it. Francis, the plaintiff, was a family friend and the one to find dear Marcine’s corpse with her throat wrung out in the back of her bakery. Searching the crime scene reveals that the only person that was around at the time was Lucias, the janitor and the current defendant of the trial. Not only was his blood found at the crime scene, but there was even a pair of discarded gloves in the dumpster that he used to choke her with.
When his home was searched there was even an empty sack of mora next to a letter, the letter seemingly being addressed to a third individual informing him of a “failed job”. It didn’t exactly take much to put the pieces together that he was likely also the one to hire the assassin that attempted to kill Marcine earlier in the week.
There was several other bits of evidence that only incriminated Lucias further. Several witnesses claimed that they heard shouting in the area. Customers of Marcine’s bakery testified that Lucias had a “dark look” on his face (whatever that meant). Sure, most of it was circumstantial, but when combined with the prior evidence? Quite damning, and it was reflected in the one-sided Oratrice. All in all, there were very few arguments in Lucias’s favor. Given how Lucias’s lawyer was cradling his head in his hands he was also aware of this.
Well, there was one thing. She had long thought that it would’ve been pointed out by now, but apparently the question of where Francis himself was seemed to slip by everyone. It was a minor thing really, but she figured that since Francis was close with Marcine and Lucias, it would at least be interesting to see where Francis was at the time, no?
She didn’t think too much of it at first, figuring it was simply going to be part of the standard line of questioning Lucias’s lawyers would inevitably go through. But they didn’t.
Then it was time for them to cross examine the witnesses. It didn’t come up then either. Francis’s whereabouts were still unknown.
And now… now the trial is about to end. The verdict was about to be handed down. And Lucias…
“Order! Order!” Neuvillette tapped his cane one- two times to reign back the crowd. Was this really how it was about to end? “If there are no further objections to be made and no more evidence to be presented, I believe I have more than enough to make my verdict. On the charge of attempted assassination and first degree murder, I find the defendant Lucias Maximov guilty on all charges.”
The man in question collapsed to his knees as the audience cheered and howled at his fate. If she didn’t say something the trial was going to end soon. Was it worth it? This small inquiry of hers that might not even have any impact besides disturbing the court? She never said anything before so why should she now?
“We shall now turn to the Oratrice Mecanique D'analyse Cardinale for the final verdict.” Neuvillete gestured towards the grand mechanical scale as it began to glow blue. Cogs turned and valves twisted as water flowed through the various pipes.
Her brow furrowed as her expression tightened. If she didn’t say anything now then she almost certainly wouldn't be able to once the verdict is declared.
She opened her mouth to object but no words came out, hesitation and doubt still plaguing her. Her mind was flying, racing. Her mouth was struggling, sputtering. “What if this doesn’t go anywhere? How would I look defending a murderer? What if they begin to question me? I can’t possibly risk-”
“According to the judgement of the Oratrice Mecanique D'analyse Cardinale, Lucias Maximov is… guilty.”
At his words her mouth slowly closed. She slumped back in her seat. Ah, the trial was over. The people were already cheering and preparing to leave. Guards were already on their way to restrain Lucias. She can’t say anything now could she? She twiddled with her thumbs, as Neuvillette made his closing remarks.
“I hereby declare that this court is adjourned. Lucias Maximov’s sentence will be decided upon and declared in the upcoming days. Until then he will be held in the Fortress of Meropide under the Duke.”
Lucias was bawling now, crying with his fate utterly sealed. Francis had a rather menacing expression on his face, a haughty smirk that also held… relief?
It doesn’t matter now. It’s not as though she would be able to do anything about it. Even the Hydro Archon had her limits to what she could do, right? The best thing she could do was quietly leave and do some recreational activity to get her mind off the trial-
“I have an objection!” The words rang out across the courtroom, the echo rattling everyone to their very core. Her head snapped straight up in surprise. Where did they come from? Who would even think about speaking up against-
Oh, her mouth was open. She’s the one who spoke.
Her eyes widened. Oh shit, she was the one who spoke.
Neuvillette’s eyes narrowed at her, his expression guarded and stormy. “I beg your pardon, Lady Furina?”
She stammered. If her mind was pacing before, then it was jumping to the moon and back now. “W- Well, I simply…” She swallowed. No, she had to focus, improvise. Though this may have been unexpected she couldn’t afford to appear as though it was. Hell, the audience was already beginning to murmur with each other. She had to save face and fast.
She steeled her face and leveled her head. Her mask slipped on as easily as breathing as she laughed, a high-pitched and downright insane-sounding cackle. “What? Are you truly surprised at my outburst? You should know well Neuvillette that the God of Justice is hardly one-dimensional.” The mumbling was turning shocked, excited even. Good, good. Just as she hoped for.
Neuvillette let out a deep long-suffering sigh. She knew him well enough that he was resisting the urge to pinch his nose bridge. “Be that as it may, the trial has already concluded. The time for any objections is over and you were well aware of that-”
“Ah, but my dear Iudex that only makes everything more interesting, no? A last second turnaround so late it happens after the verdict is already handed down.” She let out a few giggles with a gloved hand pressed up to her mouth. “Come now, you can’t possibly tell me that this trial has been nothing but rather… straightforward so far?” Yes, wrap only a little bit of truth in her act, that’s how you really sell it to them.
“I…” Neuvillette closed his eyes. She couldn’t be sure whether it was to think or to restrain himself. “I pay no mind to how ‘straightforward’ a trial may be. I’ll say it again, if you have an objection, you should’ve said it earlier when the trial was still happening.” It hurt to be lectured as though she was a child, it was nothing but demeaning. But if it was what the people wanted, she had to deliver.
"Oh, are you really going to be so hung up on that?” She rolled her eyes in an exaggerated motion. “So steadfast in your rules that you would defy the very concept of justice? I'm hurt Neuvillette, truly.”
A low rumble, a growl escaped his lips. He was getting close. She wouldn’t be able to push him any further. Perfect. All she had to do now was-
“Excuse me? Just how much longer are you going to keep this farce up?” Another voice rang out, bratty and arrogant. And that was saying a lot coming from her.
She turned her head to look down, Neuvillette doing the same. It was Francis, his voice changed to resemble something of a stereotypical nobel. He was tapping his foot impatiently on the floor while his half-open eyes oozed with sarcasm. It was a stark contrast to the vengeful man that had entered the court room (or perhaps now his anger was merely being redirected).
Neuvillette turned his attention to the plaintiff. “I do apologise, Monsieur Francis. I assure you that no matter what Lady Furina does, it will not change the outcome of the trial-”
“And did I ask for your reassurances? Or did I ask for two clowns to bicker in front of all of Fontaine?” He proclaimed. Gasps echoed from the court, shocked at his words. Neuvillette’s and Furina’s widened mouths slightly agape in their shock. Even when she acted far worse than this no one in Fontaine had the gall to dare utter such words.
“You- You would dare speak-” For once Neuvillette was at a loss for words, though not for long. He measured a level and contentious stare at Francis. “Though you may have won the trial, Francis, you have no right to-”
“And why shouldn’t I?” He gestured around the Opera Epiclese. “Hundreds of trials occur here every day, and not one is taken seriously by the… the individual you all call Archon. The only reason why no one here has the gall to speak up is simply because you would act as her attack dog. Am I wrong?”
The people in the court could not believe their ears. They could not believe their eyes. There were many who doubted Lady Furina and believed her to be unfit for her position as Archon. It is only natural for there to be some naysayers against any rule. But for one to spread such opinions here? For any citizen to so bluntly slander the Archon and the Chief Justice in the Opera Epiclese? It was beyond unprecedented. It could’ve been considered treason!
As they continued to bicker, Furina was in the midst of panicking. Her breathing grew heavy and rapid, her eye movement erratic. No, no! Her act was all going wrong! This was supposed to be yet another case of her needling Neuvillette towards what he had to do, all while maintaining her guise as the Archon of Fontaine. But now? Now? With someone so bluntly calling her out? Why? Were these truly the feelings Francis was harboring all this time, and he was simply repressing them until he could no longer? Or did she fail in her act already, and this was his plan from the start?
As Furina’s eyes darted across the crowd, she could see the eyes. The doubtful eyes. The stares. The mocking stares.
“Stop it, stop it! Stop looking at me like that!” She mentally cried. For a moment the court didn’t exist. It was just her, sitting in a void, with those horrible eyes. She was about to curl in on herself like a child. Curl in and hide. For what could she possibly do-
She silently gasped, an icy cool touch suddenly piercing the small of her back. Almost immediately her body seemed to be washed over by soothing waves. As she inhaled through her nose, she… she could smell the sea breeze?
“Calm.” A voice suddenly reverberated throughout her entire being, resonating with her and almost immediately beginning to take effect. The single word caused her to focus, to breath, to think. Yes, yes, of course. Her act was never over. Her act could never be undone. She needs only improvise, and- and perhaps wear a new mask? Yes, yes. One far more authoritative, someone who nobody could possibly question during this moment. Straighten her back, tighten her features, let no emotion but cold and swift justice show- No. She was… justice.
Looking back on this moment, she realized that the voice was clearly the same one she met in the mirror all those years ago. Her dear ‘mirror me’. She wonders if her dear mirror me knew just what her actions would snowball into.
The void disappeared as the court came back into view. Furina could hear an audible growl. She looked down to see the downright furious expression on Neuvillette’s face. Oh dear, it would appear as though Neuvillette reached his boiling point. Condensed chilling hydro permeated through the air, his fury so palpable that those sitting at the front of the Opera Epiclese began to tremble in their seats. The surrounding air smelt of the deep ocean, his authority made manifest.
If Francis was feeling afraid he did a good job of hiding it, though the wobble in his next words less so. “S- Strike me down then.” He hissed. “Prove to me that you are the savages you truly are.”
That was the tipping point. Neuvillette inhaled sharply as he prepared to raze this mongrel-
“That is quite enough, Chief Justice.” Furina spoke, her voice low.
Almost immediately everyone in the court turned to look at her. The audience with bated breath, Neuvillette with unbridled rage, and Francis with a disgusted sneer.
All of them had their hearts drop at the… new expression donning their archon’s face. It was cold, calculating. Her heterochromatic eyes, usually so full of emotion revealed nothing, akin to staring at an endless abyss of blue. No longer was her posture slouched or eagerly leaned forward, but straight and orderly like… like an archon.
She wasn’t smiling. Not even the slightest upturn could be found on her lips. Only a small frown, of which that too was unreadable.
Furina stood up from her chair, her heels clicking along the floor. At the moment, she wasn’t sure what she was thinking. All she felt was the desire, the overwhelming urge, to put this… this whelp in his place.
“There is no need for you to entertain dear Francis any more.” She declared. Now standing near but not touching the railing of her balcony. Her throne, rather than dwarf her child-like figure, seemed far more appropriate from how her presence grew. “It’s clear that responsibility must fall onto my shoulders.”
His eyes bulged, mad like a rabid dog. Furina swore she could see veins popping out of his skin. “You… You would dare-”
“I dare?” Furina stated, her eyebrows narrowing by a fraction. She summoned her blade, the Splendor of Tranquil Waters at her side. She used it as a cane, the blade tapping the ground while she held the handle in her fist. “I dare speak in my own court? I dare keep you here after the libel that you spat from your mouth? I, an archon, dare face a mere mortal? I put on my act to entertain, for my anger and grief alone from these trials would flood this courtroom. But if you truly wish for me to drop my facade. Fine then, who am I not to oblige?”
He sputtered, obviously caught off guard by the utterly undisturbed and almost mocking tone she developed. The audience and Neuvillette himself weren’t faring much better. “You- You do not entertain me! This is my trial!”
“And did I not graciously allow you to hold it? Allow your brash request despite there being other trials reserved for today? Did the court not do it's best to accommodate you?”
He was failing, floundering. Like a fish flopping about on land. “I- This is a murder trial! You would be so nonchalant about a murder?! Allow cases about… stolen bread and candy preface to that of a woman's demise?”
She shrugged, the smallest movement of her shoulders. “That is why we held it, no? But enough dawdling.” Furina turned to Neuvillette. “I apologise for wasting your time with my… drabble, chief justice. I aimed to entertain, a foolish decision given the context. But it seems dear Francis here wants more from me, and I aim to please.”
“You… you are forgiven, Lady Furina.” Odd, he seemed rather breathless. And was his expression that of awe? Or incomprehensible shock? Hmph, whatever. It was unimportant for now.
She returned her attention to Francis, glaring at him. “To be blunt, I made my objection to point out a key argument that Lucias’s lawyer seemed to miss, a rather embarrassing failure on his part I’m sure.” Furina’s eyes briefly glanced over Lucias’s lawyer to observe his reaction, only to find him with his mouth jus as agape as everyone else's. “Had I not thought they would reach it, I would’ve already made my objection long ago.”
“Oh really?” Francis’s voice was condescending now. “And what is this objection of yours? Just what observation did you make that they failed to do so?”
“Simple. Where were you Francis?”
Francis froze. The entire court froze. “Wh- Where was I?”
“Yes, I am questioning you of your whereabouts while Marcine was being murdered.” She explained it slowly, like a patronizing parent to their child. “This entire time, we were focused on where Lucias was and trying to disprove your accusations. However, absolutely no one bothered to ask what exactly you were doing at the time of the murder. You claim to be so close to Marcine, and yet you appear only the morning after she was murdered. You provide all this evidence, but I am curious as to where you have been to obtain so much. Just where were you for the past 48 hours?”
He snorted. “This is ridiculous! The archon is now blatantly defending a murderer, and accusing the very person who would seek to put him to justice? What sort of gongshow is-”
“I am not defending nor accusing anyone.” Furina interrupted. “I merely ask you a question. I wish to hear your response.”
“Well I- I was… I was drinking with some friends. That’s all.” He lamely answered.
“Drinking with some friends?” Furina repeated. She turned her head up at the court. “Can anyone attest to that for Francis here? It is his trial, I would assume that some of his friends are in attendance.”
Silence. No one spoke. It quickly dawned on Francis just what was happening.
“N- Now just wait a minute!” He started. “The- the trial is already over! You can’t just- You can’t just reopen the case! That isn’t how the law works!”
“Maybe so.” Furina admitted. “But weren’t you the one who condemned said laws yourself? Condemning me in the process?”
“Well yes! The way you act! Parade yourself around like a child!” Though his words were shaky, she could see a small part of him was resolute about this. “You… You are a disgrace of a Hydro Archon! A disgrace to Lady Egeria herself!”
The crowd once more were sent aghast at this, hands pressed to their mouths. Neuvillette himself looked ready to leap down from his balcony and eviscerate the man himself.
Hmm, leap down from the balcony. That wasn’t a half bad idea.
Furina displayed no reaction to the insult. Perhaps in her other mask she would’ve, but now? She was the hydro archon, what need was there to react to someone clearly beneath her? “If that is how you truly feel, what makes you think that the law will protect you, Francis? If that is truly how you feel about me, then…”
She let a dark look cross her eyes as she glared at Francis. “What makes you think I’ll protect you?”
That seemed to be the final straw. “YOU WOULD DARE CALL YOURSELF EQUIVALENT TO THE LAW!?” He roared, moving closer to look her directly in the eyes. “YOU PRETENTIOUS LITTLE BRAT!”
Guards moved to restrain him but they would be far too slow. “YOU ARE UNWORTHY OF YOUR THRONE!”
The people clamoured, with some of Furina’s loyalists even attempting to climb the stage in anger. But they would be far too slow. “YOU ARE UNWORTHY OF BEING OUR ARCHON!”
Neuvillette rushed forward, palm outstretched, ready to fire a beam of hydro to vaporise Francis. Fast, but he too would be too slow. “YOU CANNOT PRETEND ANYMORE FURINA! I-”
In one swift motion Furina crouched… before she jumped. Without putting any thought behind the action whatsoever, she leapt across the balcony and landed onto the stage with a thunderous stomp.
*BOOM* In an instant both the crowd and Neuvillette were forced to stumble back from the sudden dust cloud that appeared on stage. Everything happened so fast that it was impossible to tell what had just transpired.
When it settled Furina stood above a fallen Francis, her being brimming with hydro. Her eyes glowed with power, radiating authority. The Splendor of Tranquil Waters was held with a vise-like grip as it pointed down towards Francis. When Neuvillette observed her expression, he recognized it as that of the usurper.
“Where were you during the murder, Francis Lousaine?” Her voice crashed over the audience like a tidal wave. Though she barely moved her lips, her words caused several to reel from how utterly overwhelming they were.
“Wh- Bu-” Poor Francis was left stammering, cowering beneath the perceived full might of the Hydro Archon.
“An innocent man would have no problem answering the question. Are you innocent? Answer my question, Francis Lousaine.”
“Stop- Stop saying my name.” He blubbered, babbling akin to a baby. “I- I don’t-”
“ANSWER MY QUESTION, FRANCIS LOUSAINE!” This time she did shout, and if her words were loud before, they were downright thunderous now. Several of the audience fell from their seats, Neuvillette himself being forced back from the noise.
Francis Lousaine, being the actual target of Furina’s ire, vomited to the side as his ears bled red. He was crying now, sniveling. “Please, I beg you for your forgiveness lady archon! Please have mercy on… on…” He said no more, for he fell unconscious.
For far too long and yet far too little she stood there in silence. Lucias and his lawyer, having been completely forgotten about, could only struggle to pick their jaws up from the floor. Finally, Furina raised her head. The oppressive aura surrounding her dissipated. Everyone in the courtroom let out a collective breath that they didn't know they were holding.
“Guards?” She suddenly turned to the various guards who all jumped at being addressed. “Please detain Francis Lousaine and organize a search team to go through his house. I understand you would normally require a warrant but given his display here and his current state I’m giving you permission to search without one. Do I make myself clear?”
“Y- Yes, lady archon!” They all chirped before fleeing the courtroom. Their rapid marching could be mistaken for sprinting given how fast they were going.
Now she faced the audience. She dematerialized her sword before raising her hands to address them all. “I understand everyone that these circumstances are most unusual, and that you are all confused as to what the future of this trial will be. I cannot fret enough about how improper my conduct was here today, and I deeply apologize for my behavior.”
One audience member swallowed, a news reporter who was just now developing the courage to speak. “W- While I'm sure no one would dare reprimand you for your actions, Lady Archon. I believe I speak for all of us when I ask, w- what do you plan to do?”
Furina thought for a moment before speaking. “While I will have to further discuss this with Neuvillette, the most logical course of action would be to hold another trial soon in the light of possible new evidence, and to accept the verdict as if there should somehow be none. Given Francis’s behaviour and refusal to answer the question however, that is unlikely.”
Lucias then spoke. “Does this mean… I’m free to leave?”
Furina snorted. “Hardly. Though there may be another trial, the Oratrice’s verdict is still in effect. You will still be detained and sent to the Fortress if you are found guilty. The bigger conundrum is the implication that the Oratrice’s verdict might be changed, which I will inevitably have to discuss at a later date.”
Furina channelled what remaining anger she had. “Now then. I’m no longer in the mood to answer questions, and the trial is over. I haven’t a clue why any of you are still here but-” But nothing, as for the moment people understood what she was trying to convey they all bolted out of the Opera Epiclese. Soon it was only Neuvillette and Furina herself.
Furina let out a deep sigh, closing her eyes as she finally relaxed. Though her expression remained serious, it was far more weary.
“Lady Furina.” Neuvillette started, his voice sounding concerned. “Are you certain you are-”
She raised a hand to silence him, an action she was never bold enough to do before but now she could hardly care. “I’m fine Neuvillette. I will be heading back to the Court of Fontaine and retreating to my quarters post-haste. I need to compose myself.”
“Ah, of course. We will need to discuss the retrial later anyhow.” Was it Furina’s imagination or did Neuvillette seem flustered? “We will also need to discuss just what happened-”
“I know!” She snapped, before immediately catching herself. “I… know Neuvillette. I understand it was most unbecoming of me.”
“Unbecoming- Lady Furina, I assure you that no one who witnessed the trial today thought you to be nothing more than a savage vishap. They are simply… well, shocked. This is the first time you have ever displayed such feelings, let alone in a trial.”
Furina’s expression suddenly softened. She wasn’t sure if she did this because it was in the heat of the moment, or something truly did possess her that day. But for whatever reason she, for the first in her two centuries of acting did she decide to drop any and all masks. “Have you really thought that the persona I don wasn’t an act? That I’m genuinely so conceited and selfish that I’m willing to act like that in a murder trial of all things?”
Out of everything Furina did and said today, these words shook Neuvillette the most. “I- Lady Furina-”
“You weren’t there, Neuvillette. You didn't see how they looked at me when I had to introduce myself as Archon.” She turned to him with the most hurt expression he'd ever seen on her face, tears forming at the edges of her eyes. “You didn’t know what they wanted from me. How… this -” she gestured to herself “- was the only thing they would accept.”
“You- You were only-” Neuvillette clenched his fists as he held himself back. Furina could hear rain start to pour from outside. “We will discuss this later. We must.”
Furina sighed. “I agree. It was bound to happen.” Once more she slipped on her new second mask, a cold expression taking its place once more. “But enough of this. I must leave early if I am to get to the Court of Fontaine by nightfall. Goodbye, Neuvillette.”
Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked away. She could faintly hear a responding goodbye from Neuvillette later.
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She could see many passersby glance at her, smile as they would wave to say hello, before immediately turning tail and fleeing upon seeing the stormy expression on her face. She supposed she couldn’t blame them, for they had never seen this side of her before.
Regardless, she could care less of what they think. She ignored the stares as they came, and only offered the briefest of nods to the frightened guards. As she eventually reached the Palais Memoria and then her room, she threw herself on her bed completely and utterly exhausted.
She managed to close her eyes and relax for exactly three seconds before they snapped open. Realization seemed to dawn on her as she was finally able to process her actions.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO!” She shrieked.
Furina wasn't sure of many things that night, only that her life along with the rest of Fontaine was about to changed forever.