[ She's waited long enough. Frankly, she's surprised she was able to wait this long. And as she had almost expected, Sonia's new memory has eaten away at her. She feels almost like she was out of sync with the universe.
The problem is, as hard as this is on her, she doesn't want to have this conversation. She's scared of the results, frankly. (Though not for her own sake.)
But she has to ask.
When she arrives at Komaeda's, she overcompensates, smiling a bit brighter than usual-- and with how he looks, splayed out like that, it honestly isn't that hard.
But on closer inspection -- particularly in her hair, where the textures are more complex -- there's something a little off about her. Like she's not being fully rendered, or textures are popping in, or the resolution on her is just a little less than it should be.
As usual, she's brought lunch, and she passes him a bento box. She's learning how to make slightly more complicated things, so today it's noodles with soup and things. She sits next to him, not quite sure where to start, her own box still untouched. ]
How... are they? [ The news. Start with that. It was tangential to what she really wanted to know, at least. For once, she doesn't really feel like being direct. Not right away. ]
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The problem is, as hard as this is on her, she doesn't want to have this conversation. She's scared of the results, frankly. (Though not for her own sake.)
But she has to ask.
When she arrives at Komaeda's, she overcompensates, smiling a bit brighter than usual-- and with how he looks, splayed out like that, it honestly isn't that hard.
But on closer inspection -- particularly in her hair, where the textures are more complex -- there's something a little off about her. Like she's not being fully rendered, or textures are popping in, or the resolution on her is just a little less than it should be.
As usual, she's brought lunch, and she passes him a bento box. She's learning how to make slightly more complicated things, so today it's noodles with soup and things. She sits next to him, not quite sure where to start, her own box still untouched. ]
How... are they? [ The news. Start with that. It was tangential to what she really wanted to know, at least. For once, she doesn't really feel like being direct. Not right away. ]