[It's a little hard to get Sayori to meet his eyes--partially because of the neck motion involved and partially because of the shame churning in her stomach. She's not a pretty sight when she does lift her face. She's flushed and her eyes are bloodshot from the asphyxiation, and her hair sticks to her face with sweat. And she can't quite stop crying.
But she makes eye contact with Ferran anyway, swallowing thickly and trying to focus past the strange pulsing shroud of red clouding everything. She can hear the sound of waves, so she zeroes in on that instead of...whatever disgusting thing she can hear in the code. It's a little easier with the accompanying visual in Ferran's eyes.
Her lip quivers at his words--even if her reflex is to deny them, they're nice to hear. All of the surrounding sound starts to quiet gradually, save for Ferran's Thaumaturgy. She uncurls her fists--one from the illusion of the rope and one from a position near her neck--and lifts them to touch Ferran's hands. But--
She notices the blood, and hesitates with renewed fear in her eyes. The clubroom flickers.]
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But she makes eye contact with Ferran anyway, swallowing thickly and trying to focus past the strange pulsing shroud of red clouding everything. She can hear the sound of waves, so she zeroes in on that instead of...whatever disgusting thing she can hear in the code. It's a little easier with the accompanying visual in Ferran's eyes.
Her lip quivers at his words--even if her reflex is to deny them, they're nice to hear. All of the surrounding sound starts to quiet gradually, save for Ferran's Thaumaturgy. She uncurls her fists--one from the illusion of the rope and one from a position near her neck--and lifts them to touch Ferran's hands. But--
She notices the blood, and hesitates with renewed fear in her eyes. The clubroom flickers.]