[Despite herself, as they walk, Sayori's eyes are drawn to the shadows, creatures stuck in the skipping flow of time, advancing and then reversing, advancing and reversing.
Their progression through the hallway is affected too, back and forth, the music skipping all the way as her emotional state fluctuates, but they do appear to be moving. It would be nice to be carried like this if she weren't so worried about Mista's injuries--
Her heart catches in her throat, her eyes drawn away from the beasts back to his face. The hallway glitches. It was easy to read when he said she was strong, and it's easy to read now, in the vulnerable widening of her eyes: she doesn't deserve that. Within a few quick blinks her eyes well with tears, and she laughs, grainy and cracking. She thinks about Bakugo and Deku--Deku dying for Bakugo and Sayori thinking how awful, how horrible, how she couldn't live with herself if someone did that for her.
But she remembers something else, too. Something that did and didn't happen, in her code but not in her head. Her own anguished cries as she offered her heart to someone, someone who gave her a reason to live, someone who gave her something to believe in--and they said no.
If Mista believes in her, she has to cherish that feeling. She can't cast it aside--she can't do that to someone she loves. She'll protect it, and treasure it, and...and maybe someday, she can believe it too.
She sniffles, tears trickling down her cheeks, and laughs again, raw and vulnerable, but...joyful.] Okay.
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Their progression through the hallway is affected too, back and forth, the music skipping all the way as her emotional state fluctuates, but they do appear to be moving. It would be nice to be carried like this if she weren't so worried about Mista's injuries--
Her heart catches in her throat, her eyes drawn away from the beasts back to his face. The hallway glitches. It was easy to read when he said she was strong, and it's easy to read now, in the vulnerable widening of her eyes: she doesn't deserve that. Within a few quick blinks her eyes well with tears, and she laughs, grainy and cracking. She thinks about Bakugo and Deku--Deku dying for Bakugo and Sayori thinking how awful, how horrible, how she couldn't live with herself if someone did that for her.
But she remembers something else, too. Something that did and didn't happen, in her code but not in her head. Her own anguished cries as she offered her heart to someone, someone who gave her a reason to live, someone who gave her something to believe in--and they said no.
If Mista believes in her, she has to cherish that feeling. She can't cast it aside--she can't do that to someone she loves. She'll protect it, and treasure it, and...and maybe someday, she can believe it too.
She sniffles, tears trickling down her cheeks, and laughs again, raw and vulnerable, but...joyful.] Okay.
But...remember you said you'd be careful. Okay?