She doesn't want to hope that she'll be saved. Nor does she hope that this person, whoever they are, will actually let her go. Why would they...? And yet, that small nagging part of her brain wants to believe in spite of her pessimism.
She hurries.
The knives stab her, but she ignores it.
This is nothing.
This is nothing.
Compared to those hundred years, this is nothing.
She keeps moving.
One,
two,
three-
Keep going.
...no matter what...
Don't stop. Because to stop means to die. Her hand reaches out towards the door--]
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...Her rattled brain thinks about Keiichi.
Akasaka.
The two that had saved her in the past.
She doesn't want to hope that she'll be saved. Nor does she hope that this person, whoever they are, will actually let her go. Why would they...? And yet, that small nagging part of her brain wants to believe in spite of her pessimism.
She hurries.
The knives stab her, but she ignores it.
This is nothing.
This is nothing.
Compared to those hundred years, this is nothing.
She keeps moving.
One,
two,
three-
Keep going.
...no matter what...
Don't stop. Because to stop means to die. Her hand reaches out towards the door--]