[As far as an exit goes, it's difficult to say. The shape of the clubroom occasionally peeks through the static and the garbled nonsense that were probably other places, other settings, like it's fighting to be seen. And that shape does have an exit out into a hallway. But the hallway is part of the game too, isn't it? The music sounds faraway out there to the tiny ears of the Stands--closer to reality, maybe. Further away from the scene, definitely.
Despite the deep tangle of self-loathing in her heart, despite the sludge of depression telling her that she doesn't deserve to believe it, his words do make her happy. Her smile gains some strength. The flow of shadow slows, the movements of the beasts sticking in the irregular flow of time and stymied by the positive emotion.
He looks so exhausted, and the sensation of her hair being pushed back from her face makes her realize how clammy her skin is. Some part of her also realizes, in these observations, that they need to get out of here--isn't he worried about that? Her hand makes a fist in his shirt as she tries to parse this sudden question.] Um...
[What did the pamphlet say? She has to choose her words carefully--every one is still a struggle.] ...justice...and righteousness. Like... [The corner of her mouth quirks up a little.] Protectors.
[Yeah, she decides with a note of warm affection. That's him.]
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Despite the deep tangle of self-loathing in her heart, despite the sludge of depression telling her that she doesn't deserve to believe it, his words do make her happy. Her smile gains some strength. The flow of shadow slows, the movements of the beasts sticking in the irregular flow of time and stymied by the positive emotion.
He looks so exhausted, and the sensation of her hair being pushed back from her face makes her realize how clammy her skin is. Some part of her also realizes, in these observations, that they need to get out of here--isn't he worried about that? Her hand makes a fist in his shirt as she tries to parse this sudden question.] Um...
[What did the pamphlet say? She has to choose her words carefully--every one is still a struggle.] ...justice...and righteousness. Like... [The corner of her mouth quirks up a little.] Protectors.
[Yeah, she decides with a note of warm affection. That's him.]