[The shadows dripping out of her, the bright red that could be an error message or blood, and those awful noises... Ferran has to do something. Wonderland isn't the only thing around here that can conjure an illusion, and though Thaumaturgy is limited, it's still something. Perhaps whoever invented the spell meant it for intimidation, but it's just as capable of making the sound of the ocean: a slow tide coming in, the distant caws of seagulls. He'll drown out everything else if he can.]
Hey, Sayori. Look at me.
[He takes her face in his hands gently, looking earnestly into her eyes, and she'll see the ocean reflected in his irises. She'd seemed so successful in Lyrabar, he can only hope that it's a comforting sight associated with not only good memories, but of what she's capable of.]
Whatever is going on with this— [He won't pretend he knows her well enough to be sure about all of this. But what he sees, the depression, the manipulation, the programming, the cutesy text boxes and controllers... he's starting to get an idea. It doesn't paint a pleasant picture, but—] —it doesn't define you.
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Hey, Sayori. Look at me.
[He takes her face in his hands gently, looking earnestly into her eyes, and she'll see the ocean reflected in his irises. She'd seemed so successful in Lyrabar, he can only hope that it's a comforting sight associated with not only good memories, but of what she's capable of.]
Whatever is going on with this— [He won't pretend he knows her well enough to be sure about all of this. But what he sees, the depression, the manipulation, the programming, the cutesy text boxes and controllers... he's starting to get an idea. It doesn't paint a pleasant picture, but—] —it doesn't define you.