[ She was hitting something, she thought. Her hands hurt, her knuckles crunched, she could smell the bitter dirty penny scent of blood, but she could see anything to hit, couldn't see herself or what she was going for. ]
[ She choked on a sob, face red and streaked with angry tears as she jerked back, raising her fist to hit out blindly again, only to feel a hand on her arm. She snarled, the sound low, animal and vicious in warning but there was no grip. Just a touch.
Everything seemed to stop for a moment and she stumbled to her knees, relief flooding her as she groped for the hand on her...
But there was nothing there. ]
What is th--GGHECCK!?
[ Both hands went to her throat, clawing for purchase and serving no purpose other than to draw raised welts on her straining throat with her nails. An illusion! It had to be an illusion! There was nothing there! It wasn't real! It isn't real! Why couldn't she believe it? Why couldn't she see past the--
A flash, Shinjuku, the buildings...broken. Everything crumbling and black...So what? She didn't care about that place. She could give it up because there was nothing there for her. Even her parents didn't lov-- White hair and red leather under concrete and rebar. Two scarred faces smeared with ash and covered in crows. Pink curls and crinoline. Sweater and striped tie. Pink hair in tight twists. Dozens of blank and dead faces.
No one loved her, but there were plenty of people she loved. They'd die if she gave up. Everything she'd gotten the chance to have would be gone just like that. The blackness swallowed her up again and she strained for air, back arched painfully and hands clenched as tight as her eyes closed against the need for air and constant pain.
Why wouldn't they close the dark area? Had the device broken? Had they become trapped as well?
I'm not nothing. I'm not nothing. You can't beat me.]
[ Outside, Musashi writhed and bucked and kicked against Squall, tangled in his own over-sized uniform as he roared in his surprisingly deep voice. ]
CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT DAMN YOU CLOSE IT! LET ME GO! CLOSE IT!
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I'M NOT NOTHING!
Nothing. Nothing nothing nothing you're nothing. Ungrateful bitch. You're nothing...nothing...
SHUT UP!
[ She choked on a sob, face red and streaked with angry tears as she jerked back, raising her fist to hit out blindly again, only to feel a hand on her arm. She snarled, the sound low, animal and vicious in warning but there was no grip. Just a touch.
Everything seemed to stop for a moment and she stumbled to her knees, relief flooding her as she groped for the hand on her...
But there was nothing there. ]
What is th--GGHECCK!?
[ Both hands went to her throat, clawing for purchase and serving no purpose other than to draw raised welts on her straining throat with her nails. An illusion! It had to be an illusion! There was nothing there! It wasn't real! It isn't real! Why couldn't she believe it? Why couldn't she see past the--
A flash, Shinjuku, the buildings...broken. Everything crumbling and black...So what? She didn't care about that place. She could give it up because there was nothing there for her. Even her parents didn't lov-- White hair and red leather under concrete and rebar. Two scarred faces smeared with ash and covered in crows. Pink curls and crinoline. Sweater and striped tie. Pink hair in tight twists. Dozens of blank and dead faces.
No one loved her, but there were plenty of people she loved. They'd die if she gave up. Everything she'd gotten the chance to have would be gone just like that. The blackness swallowed her up again and she strained for air, back arched painfully and hands clenched as tight as her eyes closed against the need for air and constant pain.
Why wouldn't they close the dark area? Had the device broken? Had they become trapped as well?
I'm not nothing. I'm not nothing. You can't beat me.]
[ Outside, Musashi writhed and bucked and kicked against Squall, tangled in his own over-sized uniform as he roared in his surprisingly deep voice. ]
CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT DAMN YOU CLOSE IT! LET ME GO! CLOSE IT!