[Her grip does indeed gradually tighten as Beaky works, her eyes occasionally having trouble focusing on Alex as the press of makeshift bandages reminisces on the choke of a noose and she tells herself no no no no, it's not a rope, she's not choking, it's just Alex and his familiar helping her--
Her hand is clenched around his wrist in a desperate vice before long. Even if she feels his pulse, she couldn't distinguish it from her own, drumming rapidly in her own ears. She's too focused on his voice, which does eventually serve to drown out the static--in fact, it muffles it.
The scenery becomes the clubroom, pixels at a time. They hear Sayori's voice, but Sayori herself isn't speaking. The quality of the voice is familiar--it's the same as Monika's, Omniscient and Everywhere.] I really want to thank you.
I mean, I'm really happy that you joined the club and everything... But the truth is, I already knew you were going to.
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Her hand is clenched around his wrist in a desperate vice before long. Even if she feels his pulse, she couldn't distinguish it from her own, drumming rapidly in her own ears. She's too focused on his voice, which does eventually serve to drown out the static--in fact, it muffles it.
The scenery becomes the clubroom, pixels at a time. They hear Sayori's voice, but Sayori herself isn't speaking. The quality of the voice is familiar--it's the same as Monika's, Omniscient and Everywhere.] I really want to thank you.
I mean, I'm really happy that you joined the club and everything... But the truth is, I already knew you were going to.