[ She hears her own voice in her head and immediately she knows what the memory is.
The body burns itself into her mind's eye as she claps a hand to her mouth. She sinks back into the couch -- a few seconds replay in her mind, the girl bathed in blood sinking back to the ground in despair. The world around her disappears. She can barely hear Komaeda's words, but what she hears is enough to fill in the blanks.
Chiaki Nanami was tortured and died at the hands of Junko Enoshima.
Closing her eyes isn't enough, and even manages to make the image worse, more prominent in her mind. At some point, she started crying and didn't even realize it. The turnover feels dull and sick in her stomach. It's a lot to feel at once, for someone who isn't really used to it.
Her whole body glitches -- and again -- before stabilizing, breathing quickly but gripping one each of their knees, willing herself back to the world. Her breathing slows. ]
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The body burns itself into her mind's eye as she claps a hand to her mouth. She sinks back into the couch -- a few seconds replay in her mind, the girl bathed in blood sinking back to the ground in despair. The world around her disappears. She can barely hear Komaeda's words, but what she hears is enough to fill in the blanks.
Chiaki Nanami was tortured and died at the hands of Junko Enoshima.
Closing her eyes isn't enough, and even manages to make the image worse, more prominent in her mind. At some point, she started crying and didn't even realize it. The turnover feels dull and sick in her stomach. It's a lot to feel at once, for someone who isn't really used to it.
Her whole body glitches -- and again -- before stabilizing, breathing quickly but gripping one each of their knees, willing herself back to the world. Her breathing slows. ]
How... could she?