[ Her voice shakes, her heart sinking as she realizes just who has been trapped into this room with her. Between everything she'd endured the last time the four of them were together, being dragged from Horos, and purging the Kenoma, she'd just been able to stomach doing what the dryad had asked, in order to spare the life of a friend, and to keep the memories of her beloved safe. But to go through with the request of offering up a bloody sacrifice, only to be forced into the same game again? She's not scared anymore— now she feels pissed off. ]
I already did this, and it didn't even let me go. I mean, what, we're supposed to play this game over and over, for no reason? [ Misa scoffs, haughtily, keeping her hand close to her body— upon closer inspection, several nails from her left hand have been completely torn off, the bare nailbeds darkened with blood. In a fit of frustration, she parks herself right down onto the ground, bringing her knees right up to her chest. ] I'm not doing anything else!
[ Is she saying that to the dryad, or to them all? What does it matter— all that's clear is that at present, she's stubbornly refusing to take part, and would honestly rather throw a tantrum. ]
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[ Her voice shakes, her heart sinking as she realizes just who has been trapped into this room with her. Between everything she'd endured the last time the four of them were together, being dragged from Horos, and purging the Kenoma, she'd just been able to stomach doing what the dryad had asked, in order to spare the life of a friend, and to keep the memories of her beloved safe. But to go through with the request of offering up a bloody sacrifice, only to be forced into the same game again? She's not scared anymore— now she feels pissed off. ]
I already did this, and it didn't even let me go. I mean, what, we're supposed to play this game over and over, for no reason? [ Misa scoffs, haughtily, keeping her hand close to her body— upon closer inspection, several nails from her left hand have been completely torn off, the bare nailbeds darkened with blood. In a fit of frustration, she parks herself right down onto the ground, bringing her knees right up to her chest. ] I'm not doing anything else!
[ Is she saying that to the dryad, or to them all? What does it matter— all that's clear is that at present, she's stubbornly refusing to take part, and would honestly rather throw a tantrum. ]