[In that moment of quiet, time stops. Everything stops--the movement, the noise, the chaos and pain. It's the space between breaths, between heartbeats. A stopper in the fountain of code spilling over its edges.
Sayori finally shifts. She uncurls slightly, pries a hand away from her neck and notices the blood for the first time, and everything jerks to life again, bouncy music grinding like it's trying to load on dial-up. She swallows a knot in her throat and her eyes well up at the sting--in her throat constricting, in the deep scratches her own panic has left her with, in her heart at his unspeakably kind words. She notices then that his arm is--God, it's bad, and she places a hand up at that shoulder but she can't heal here. He's injured and he still caught her.
The world glitches and the music unsticks.] It's kind of sad, you know? After all you've done for us, there isn't much I can do for you in return.
[She squeezes her eyes shut and sniffles. Her words are thin, as are the small trails of shadow that she can't stave off completely. There's movement in a corner of the room--not the memory, but the monsters, slowly coming to life.] You're... [Too kind. No, she doesn't say that. Her voice, already broken, cracks against a smile full of self-doubt. She wants to believe him, but how can that be true when she's ended up like this?] ...really nice. Ahaha...
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Sayori finally shifts. She uncurls slightly, pries a hand away from her neck and notices the blood for the first time, and everything jerks to life again, bouncy music grinding like it's trying to load on dial-up. She swallows a knot in her throat and her eyes well up at the sting--in her throat constricting, in the deep scratches her own panic has left her with, in her heart at his unspeakably kind words. She notices then that his arm is--God, it's bad, and she places a hand up at that shoulder but she can't heal here. He's injured and he still caught her.
The world glitches and the music unsticks.] It's kind of sad, you know? After all you've done for us, there isn't much I can do for you in return.
[She squeezes her eyes shut and sniffles. Her words are thin, as are the small trails of shadow that she can't stave off completely. There's movement in a corner of the room--not the memory, but the monsters, slowly coming to life.] You're... [Too kind. No, she doesn't say that. Her voice, already broken, cracks against a smile full of self-doubt. She wants to believe him, but how can that be true when she's ended up like this?] ...really nice. Ahaha...