[It's impossible to tell what direction they're going--left or right, up or down? Maybe they're not going anywhere at all. Time sticks. Time sticks, and sticks, and sticks--
The other Sayori goes on. Her voice grows increasingly frantic, pitching up and raw with misery.] What is this?! What am I?!
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The other Sayori goes on. Her voice grows increasingly frantic, pitching up and raw with misery.] What is this?! What am I?!
Make it stop!
P̵̨̢̪̬̺͊̋͗̇͗̈́L̶̨͓̜̠͕͍̏̂͂̏É̴̢̻̓͘Ā̶͉̞̠̂͐͛̅S̴͉̊E̶̤͖͗͗͐̓ ̸̢̠͙͂͋̉́̂͠M̷̻̓̐̀̒͝Ä̶͓̜͛̓̀́K̸̨̘̦͔̰͓̈́͊̀È̴͈̠͍͛̊̔̕͝ ̵̩͖̱̘̭̭̾Ȉ̴̻̪̳͇͓̒̑̔̊̔T̵̢͈̏͠ ̷̞̂͊͜͠Ṥ̸̝͓̀̍̋͠T̶͖̹̫̝̠̾͛́̈̒O̵̘̪̙͖͂͒̎P̴̳̬̓͐̓!̵̧̥̼̯͐͒
[Everything goes dark. Black. Silent.
Sayori lifts her face from Deku's chest warily.]