[Maybe he feels like he's nothing special, but Sayori still tells people of his genius idea when she spreads the love for Supercookie. She saved her demonstrative drawings from Maru because he said he liked them. She still remembers every step of the dance he taught her on the helltrain. Sometimes it's the little lights--the ordinary things--that glow the brightest.
But even if that weren't the case, he came to check on her after her first mission when everything seemed very dark. He lit up the room just to cheer her up when they came across the victims of the basilisk. He's extraordinary in Sayori's heart.
So she knows she made the right choice when she sees the subtle relaxation of his features. She'd never forgive herself if she did something to make him think he wasn't good enough.
The hallway is longer than Sayori remembers it being. Literally. And around the corner is only the creeping black void of unfilled setting details. As he takes her hand, there's the distant sound of a heartbeat--Sayori's heartbeat--and it grows louder, faster, more frantic as her brain tries to process this moment, happening so quickly but feeling so slow as she's perceiving it. She already feels feverish from the physical and emotional stress of earlier, and her face was already flushed for similar reasons, but this is--
The only reason she doesn't make a noise as he kisses her hand is because her voice is still thin and she's completely cut off from the high register that would produce an eep. Her eyes are wide, and she laughs again as he releases her hand; the knot of conflicted emotions within it has changed, and it sounds as harried as her racing heart, which is nearly thunderous in the pulsing hallway around them. Her speech, previously deliberate, is inadvertent this time.] Oh my gosh.
[Though it may be complicated, whatever is inside of her begins to dissolve the monsters. They reach melting limbs out, but their forms are too uncertain to manipulate. She becomes aware of the pain in Mista's arm and his rib, vestigial like an ache in a limb that she's lost, and she--she's feeling too many things. Everything is so awful, and she knows things now that she probably never should have known, but suddenly Mista is like the sun, so bright and warm it's impossible to ignore. She speaks again without thinking, pitchy and flustered, and laughs at the words as they come out of her own mouth.] That was so knightly.
[She kisses the tip of her finger and delicately taps the tip of Mista's nose.
And the projection breaks, everything dissolving away into a void--white this time, and too bright, and strangely loud in a low and resonating way. It sears the eyes and assaults the eardrum, growing brighter and crescendoing until---
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But even if that weren't the case, he came to check on her after her first mission when everything seemed very dark. He lit up the room just to cheer her up when they came across the victims of the basilisk. He's extraordinary in Sayori's heart.
So she knows she made the right choice when she sees the subtle relaxation of his features. She'd never forgive herself if she did something to make him think he wasn't good enough.
The hallway is longer than Sayori remembers it being. Literally. And around the corner is only the creeping black void of unfilled setting details. As he takes her hand, there's the distant sound of a heartbeat--Sayori's heartbeat--and it grows louder, faster, more frantic as her brain tries to process this moment, happening so quickly but feeling so slow as she's perceiving it. She already feels feverish from the physical and emotional stress of earlier, and her face was already flushed for similar reasons, but this is--
The only reason she doesn't make a noise as he kisses her hand is because her voice is still thin and she's completely cut off from the high register that would produce an eep. Her eyes are wide, and she laughs again as he releases her hand; the knot of conflicted emotions within it has changed, and it sounds as harried as her racing heart, which is nearly thunderous in the pulsing hallway around them. Her speech, previously deliberate, is inadvertent this time.] Oh my gosh.
[Though it may be complicated, whatever is inside of her begins to dissolve the monsters. They reach melting limbs out, but their forms are too uncertain to manipulate. She becomes aware of the pain in Mista's arm and his rib, vestigial like an ache in a limb that she's lost, and she--she's feeling too many things. Everything is so awful, and she knows things now that she probably never should have known, but suddenly Mista is like the sun, so bright and warm it's impossible to ignore. She speaks again without thinking, pitchy and flustered, and laughs at the words as they come out of her own mouth.] That was so knightly.
[She kisses the tip of her finger and delicately taps the tip of Mista's nose.
And the projection breaks, everything dissolving away into a void--white this time, and too bright, and strangely loud in a low and resonating way. It sears the eyes and assaults the eardrum, growing brighter and crescendoing until---
THE END
It's the inside of Yggdrasil.
They've left Event Square.]