[ she's fine, for the most part. her pride is a bit wounded, but whose wouldn't be after unceremoniously being shoved into the stairs by something she didn't see? she bites down on her tongue as she works, and is in the middle of bringing the fabric to her nose to inhale the scent, if applicable, when she hears a voice -
it couldn't be.
she turns over her shoulder at the way he says her name, lips parted in a look of shock, awe, and self-disgust. he was one of the people she couldn't save. she remembers looking at his corpse, at the head trauma wound. is this some kind of joke, she thinks, a hallucination to taunt her for her own failures? the names play in her head one after the other after the other: maizono, kuwata, ishimaru, yamada, ludenberg- ]
' i-ishimaru-kun. '
[ she approaches him, abandoning the jacket, hands gripping his arms firmly. he's solid. he's real. and he's here. ]
' this can't be happening. you... how are you... you're alive. '
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it couldn't be.
she turns over her shoulder at the way he says her name, lips parted in a look of shock, awe, and self-disgust. he was one of the people she couldn't save. she remembers looking at his corpse, at the head trauma wound. is this some kind of joke, she thinks, a hallucination to taunt her for her own failures? the names play in her head one after the other after the other: maizono, kuwata, ishimaru, yamada, ludenberg- ]
' i-ishimaru-kun. '
[ she approaches him, abandoning the jacket, hands gripping his arms firmly. he's solid. he's real. and he's here. ]
' this can't be happening. you... how are you... you're alive. '