[Let's have him try Burn a second time immediately after the first, for fun now that it works mysteriously.
Hey, he didn't get apparently tormented and have his memory erased of it in order to learn perfect gun posture for nothing! He's pretending not to notice Komaeda's amusement out of the corner of his eye. Also pretending not to notice; the heart shape of the Link effect around the Midori portrait, ugh, no. He's scrubbing that one from his memory.
We're here for the real show though; that yellow glow starting up. This is weirdddd what is it doingggg... The closest comparison Shin has is to the way things felt when they were souls in Narumi's mind, although it's extremely different from being shot; more like waves of static electricity. It takes a while for him to even be able to parse it as something that's searching, tugging and carding through fibres, trying to tap into a vein, to lift what's there to the surface like a capillary. Something in him instinctively pulls away from it, withdraws, places the small plant back under a bell jar. Whatever had managed to gather jolts his hands as it explodes and dissipates into nothing.]
What... was that?
[It's a rhetorical question, slipping unintended through the lingering fizzing sensation that's returned to a low ebb with his finger off the trigger. He hurriedly twists the dial to something at random, and the strange feeling shuts off as soon as it clicks. It's with an uneasy relief he finally turns it all the way back to Detect, messing around with this thing mood gone. Speaking of...]
Just checking.
[He knows full well Komaeda knows it was on Detect when it was handed to him. He presses the trigger, and the light pools out onto the paintings, and he releases his finger almost immediately after when they start moving, smiling and laughing like old friends and both, both staring at him.]
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Hey, he didn't get apparently tormented and have his memory erased of it in order to learn perfect gun posture for nothing! He's pretending not to notice Komaeda's amusement out of the corner of his eye. Also pretending not to notice; the heart shape of the Link effect around the Midori portrait, ugh, no. He's scrubbing that one from his memory.
We're here for the real show though; that yellow glow starting up. This is weirdddd what is it doingggg... The closest comparison Shin has is to the way things felt when they were souls in Narumi's mind, although it's extremely different from being shot; more like waves of static electricity. It takes a while for him to even be able to parse it as something that's searching, tugging and carding through fibres, trying to tap into a vein, to lift what's there to the surface like a capillary. Something in him instinctively pulls away from it, withdraws, places the small plant back under a bell jar. Whatever had managed to gather jolts his hands as it explodes and dissipates into nothing.]
What... was that?
[It's a rhetorical question, slipping unintended through the lingering fizzing sensation that's returned to a low ebb with his finger off the trigger. He hurriedly twists the dial to something at random, and the strange feeling shuts off as soon as it clicks. It's with an uneasy relief he finally turns it all the way back to Detect, messing around with this thing mood gone. Speaking of...]
Just checking.
[He knows full well Komaeda knows it was on Detect when it was handed to him. He presses the trigger, and the light pools out onto the paintings, and he releases his finger almost immediately after when they start moving, smiling and laughing like old friends and both, both staring at him.]