[ It's stupidly tense in this room, so terribly nerve wracking that she forgets to breathe as Mamoru tries to focus. It feels like it lasts forever as she waits for him to say something, to do anything other than stand at attention. Because the longer he stays like this, the longer it means they might actually be in real danger, and she doesn't know what she'll do (what she can do?) if they are in real danger.
It all happens so quickly, those hands reaching out and snatching Mamoru's arm. It startles her as much as losing her gravity does, because she can feel the brush of that double's fingers against her own skin and she shakes. Releases her hold just in time to stumble back and hear the sickening crunch of Mamoru's face into the glass.
There's something like a scream caught in her throat as she sees him amble back and shake his head, hears his voice but knows it isn't him speaking β saying vague and personal things she shouldn't even be privy to. Seeing his reflection is even worse, makes her chest seize something uncomfortable. Droplets of his blood hit the floor, thick and red among the icy blue of the hall, and oh? Wow? She realizes she might be panicking?! Her voice shrills high, ]
What about you?!
[ She goes on autopilot, doing as she's told, too scared and lost to do anything otherwise (because as much as she hates it, she's used to Mamoru calling her kid, not whatever that guy is). ]
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It all happens so quickly, those hands reaching out and snatching Mamoru's arm. It startles her as much as losing her gravity does, because she can feel the brush of that double's fingers against her own skin and she shakes. Releases her hold just in time to stumble back and hear the sickening crunch of Mamoru's face into the glass.
There's something like a scream caught in her throat as she sees him amble back and shake his head, hears his voice but knows it isn't him speaking β saying vague and personal things she shouldn't even be privy to. Seeing his reflection is even worse, makes her chest seize something uncomfortable. Droplets of his blood hit the floor, thick and red among the icy blue of the hall, and oh? Wow? She realizes she might be panicking?! Her voice shrills high, ]
What about you?!
[ She goes on autopilot, doing as she's told, too scared and lost to do anything otherwise (because as much as she hates it, she's used to Mamoru calling her kid, not whatever that guy is). ]
You're bleeding!