[She wishes she could do her part, but so many of her powers are tied up in her words, which have been stolen from her by a length of rope she doesn't remember tying.
The clubroom, normal and then cosmic and then normal, full and empty, and Sayori-as-the-President's voice layered over itself, two endings along the sad spectrum of bitter and sweet.] I wanted to thank you--
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The clubroom, normal and then cosmic and then normal, full and empty, and Sayori-as-the-President's voice layered over itself, two endings along the sad spectrum of bitter and sweet.] I wanted to thank you--
-̵̥̪̈̑-̵̡͇̂f̸̛̻̓o̶̰̠͛͝r̶̯̘͒͂ ̷̲̽͝g̶͔͋͘ḙ̷̉͋t̴̛̺t̶̡͇̽͝i̴͓͋n̶͔͊͂g̶͓̼̾͘ ̶̮̌r̸͎̎̚î̸̦̰d̵̳̜̃ ̶̻̜̆̅o̶̱͋f̸͖̪͝ ̷̢́M̴̺̙̂ọ̷͌̓n̵̛̬̭̂ï̶̟̫̇k̵̠͍̚ȃ̴̭̗-̴͚̻͂̑-̶̤͘f̶̦͆o̶͖̯͛ŗ̶̓ ̴̹͠s̴̙̆p̶̘̓͛ḙ̴̎ǹ̵͖̚d̴̾̑ͅi̷̥͚̔̀n̷͉͂ģ̶̽̋ ̶̢̺̂̈s̶͓̀o̶͍̙͑̇ ̸̻̿̄m̴͈̖͋̉ụ̴̇̃ç̷̯̃h̵̻̮̆ ̸̧͓͗t̴̜̃̒i̷̹̾m̶̗̜͊e̸̢̜͑ ̷̟͂ẃ̵͚̪̀i̴̼̍͠t̸̝̩͋̌h̸̲̊̕ ̶̳̗̍̃ü̴͜ͅs̶̠̲̆͂ ̷̥̹̅a̵̛̳͈͒l̴̙̍l̴̠͂-̷͈̅-̶̨͘
[Sayori coughs out another glob of shadow, then lifts the crumpled shirt to clutch it to her chest and shakes her head.] Let's...get out of here.