[A noise escapes her that's halfway between a laugh and a sob, a knot of genuine joy tied up in all the other awful things lodged in her chest. The world flickers, static-clubroom-static. Talking was unreasonably painful, so she just nods again and clutches the shirt more tightly.
The scenery tries to take the shape of the clubroom. Sayori's voice, again, but she's still on her knees, not speaking--her voice echoes everywhere, ever-present, like Monika's.] All along, that's all I ever wanted. For everyone to be happy and care about each other.
[But in the corners of this room that isn't a room, the edges of the warping amalgam of pixels and pandemonium, the shadows start to form.]
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The scenery tries to take the shape of the clubroom. Sayori's voice, again, but she's still on her knees, not speaking--her voice echoes everywhere, ever-present, like Monika's.] All along, that's all I ever wanted. For everyone to be happy and care about each other.
[But in the corners of this room that isn't a room, the edges of the warping amalgam of pixels and pandemonium, the shadows start to form.]