( that reminds her... linhardt had also said something familiar of how he didn't want to expose 37 to his thoughts, he wanted her to build her own perspective and then return. the general consensus is that there's lies weaved around what's meant to be the truth. he doesn't believe they're reason for being here is true, accelerator doesn't know if all of this is real. it's only two people, but people who have been here longer than her, really it's something she should bring up to 6. he would know what to say on that matter, but he'd probably confirm that their experiences will help them paint a better understanding.
when he leaves, there's that chance to escape where she looks over to the window she had crawled in. she's such a silly girl, she knows she would be scolded from making this decision if it were back home. then again, back home before there was nothing to cry about at all, the most she'd do was sulk if 210 won against her in an argument, or if she didn't understand something.
what she doesn't expect is the box of tissues and the wash cloth. as much as she doesn't know how to verbally respond, she instead lifts her hand to grab them one at a time to sit in her lap.
the shadows on the wall flicker too much, this world is different from the world they lived in before, and so as long as they go out and understand then they can make judgements. then there it goes again, what they're working for in another world is the building block of what they do in this one. same equation that has never changed, and accelerator's goals remain what they were.
37 pulls one tissue out from the box, the shape is of a frail rhombus in her hand, and knowing how thin and flimsy it is that it will break soon enough. she brings it to her face to wipe away at the tears, she's managing so well. )
I... can't. ( she starts off as her hands tremble, and she exhales a deep breath as the same tissue comes to her lip. the faith taste of her tears there on her lip too when she tries to wipe away the blood. ) I can't let everything be in vain, the circle may have shrunk, and the Transcendental law is in disarray, but... I can't let 210, 888, my mother...
( oh, through all her mother's teachings, she can't let it all wash away just like that. that's when she finds herself tilting emotionally, the whole world starting to blur as tears drop faster than before. drops fall to her lap and onto the warm fabric of the cloth, )
I promised 6, I promised him I would do something and... ( she wants to make herself stop, she doesn't want to cry here, but when she talks she feels like... that sobbing breaks through, and she has to stop even trying.
please apeiron, keep her composed. unfortunately, even if she begs, she just breaks down over the technicalities. ) and... if I don't... It's all my fault. He won't say it, but I should have been faster in figuring it out, I should have done something more and... if I don't do something here, everyone who died, and my new friends, and... Sophia...
( would their last meeting really be like that, would she never see her again, she feels almost sick. that she switches for the warm rag to bring it up to her eyes, the warm compress to soothe and catch the tears as she cries. )
6 is all I have, and everything... everything is gone if I don't fix this, and if I fail... he'll leave me too. Then...
cw: suicide talk
when he leaves, there's that chance to escape where she looks over to the window she had crawled in. she's such a silly girl, she knows she would be scolded from making this decision if it were back home. then again, back home before there was nothing to cry about at all, the most she'd do was sulk if 210 won against her in an argument, or if she didn't understand something.
what she doesn't expect is the box of tissues and the wash cloth. as much as she doesn't know how to verbally respond, she instead lifts her hand to grab them one at a time to sit in her lap.
the shadows on the wall flicker too much, this world is different from the world they lived in before, and so as long as they go out and understand then they can make judgements. then there it goes again, what they're working for in another world is the building block of what they do in this one. same equation that has never changed, and accelerator's goals remain what they were.
37 pulls one tissue out from the box, the shape is of a frail rhombus in her hand, and knowing how thin and flimsy it is that it will break soon enough. she brings it to her face to wipe away at the tears, she's managing so well. )
I... can't. ( she starts off as her hands tremble, and she exhales a deep breath as the same tissue comes to her lip. the faith taste of her tears there on her lip too when she tries to wipe away the blood. ) I can't let everything be in vain, the circle may have shrunk, and the Transcendental law is in disarray, but... I can't let 210, 888, my mother...
( oh, through all her mother's teachings, she can't let it all wash away just like that. that's when she finds herself tilting emotionally, the whole world starting to blur as tears drop faster than before. drops fall to her lap and onto the warm fabric of the cloth, )
I promised 6, I promised him I would do something and... ( she wants to make herself stop, she doesn't want to cry here, but when she talks she feels like... that sobbing breaks through, and she has to stop even trying.
please apeiron, keep her composed. unfortunately, even if she begs, she just breaks down over the technicalities. ) and... if I don't... It's all my fault. He won't say it, but I should have been faster in figuring it out, I should have done something more and... if I don't do something here, everyone who died, and my new friends, and... Sophia...
( would their last meeting really be like that, would she never see her again, she feels almost sick. that she switches for the warm rag to bring it up to her eyes, the warm compress to soothe and catch the tears as she cries. )
6 is all I have, and everything... everything is gone if I don't fix this, and if I fail... he'll leave me too. Then...
( what's left? what's left? )