[ Alex goes still. Part of him wonders what that means. But, another part of him, connected himself to the wheel of fate and the way things Work, experienced himself deviation, nights curled up in Clear's arms hyperventilating, why did this have to happen to me, what's the fucking point of knowing all this--?
He looks into Sayori's eyes, his jaw tight. ] You don’t have to listen to this. You- it’s okay. You don’t have to think about his, y-you’re not there.
[ President. He’s missing a lot of context, but is that how it works for her? What kind of fucked up place...? Beaky’s got her neck loosely wrapped, enough so the bleeding’s slowed. Alex wants to break her out of here, but the world keeps changing, he has no idea where to go. ]
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He looks into Sayori's eyes, his jaw tight. ] You don’t have to listen to this. You- it’s okay. You don’t have to think about his, y-you’re not there.
[ President. He’s missing a lot of context, but is that how it works for her? What kind of fucked up place...? Beaky’s got her neck loosely wrapped, enough so the bleeding’s slowed. Alex wants to break her out of here, but the world keeps changing, he has no idea where to go. ]