... Even if it doesn't change anything, repressing things isn't healthy either. But all right. [...] Let's get out of here and get you something to drink.
It's fine, because Siffrin's reflection walks alongside them while watching closely, and those earlier words echo from the memory before: Need to talk to him. One last time.
Their steps stutter, nearly walking into another mirror, which begins another memory. (ISAT SPOILERS YIPPEE, ALSO CW CHILD DEATH AND IMPLIED SUICIDE) ]
well. horrific! uruha stares for a long moment, before he reaches to grab siffrin's wrist, regardless of their reaction, and pull them through the hallway. move. don't think about it. focus.]
[ That's fine, they jump out of their frozen panicking stupor as he grabs and pulls them along but won't force themselves out of his grip or anything. He is free to take them. They will use their other hand to just sorta gag into it, nausea bubbling, especially when the reflections just show this now.
A whimper escapes them. Stupid, stupid stupid stupid, it isn't the first time to seen it, and it probably won't be the last but stars they're so close to just blinding losing it. There's fumbling mutters of sorrys and other indistinguishable things. ]
[ Breathe. In, and out, though their steps stutter at the memory and it's. So jarring. Seeing someone else's. But to have people you work with, and for that long? Alongside and just.. seeing them... in that state..
Horrible. And yet Uruha's cool, even now that focus is still on point, huh. They grow quiet, saying nothing else and just following him along. ]
[focused on getting out, yeah. he doesn't say anything, doesn't look at the reflections any further.
eventually, they make it out of the funhouse. the moment they do, though, uruha lets go and slumps against the outside wall of the building, exhausted.]
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Yeah, I'm fine.
[ Still taste blood in their throat, their mouth, but they're fine. They're fine. ]
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[he asks even though they're still in the house of mirrors so it's not like he happens to have water with him.]
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I'm okay, really. I was just... caught off guard.
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..Even if I wasn't [ okay ], it doesn't change anything. So... I'm fine.
[ Everything is still gone. ]
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Alright..
[ Where is exit... The mirror reflection watches on. ]
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It's fine, because Siffrin's reflection walks alongside them while watching closely, and those earlier words echo from the memory before: Need to talk to him. One last time.
Their steps stutter, nearly walking into another mirror, which begins another memory. (ISAT SPOILERS YIPPEE, ALSO CW CHILD DEATH AND IMPLIED SUICIDE) ]
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well. horrific! uruha stares for a long moment, before he reaches to grab siffrin's wrist, regardless of their reaction, and pull them through the hallway. move. don't think about it. focus.]
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A whimper escapes them. Stupid, stupid stupid stupid, it isn't the first time to seen it, and it probably won't be the last but stars they're so close to just blinding losing it. There's fumbling mutters of sorrys and other indistinguishable things. ]
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[as he pulls them along, though, the reflections eventually start to show something else—something uruha staunchly ignores.]
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Horrible. And yet Uruha's cool, even now that focus is still on point, huh. They grow quiet, saying nothing else and just following him along. ]
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eventually, they make it out of the funhouse. the moment they do, though, uruha lets go and slumps against the outside wall of the building, exhausted.]
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quietly sit down beside him. Shooting a bit of a worried, but also guilty look. ]
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You okay?
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Yeah, I'm fine. ..What about you?
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Nothing to be sorry about. I'd worry about you either way.
[ Friend. ]
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And you know the same goes for you, right?
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They.. actually don't. Given the expression they give him that sums up for some surprise. ]
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..There isn't really much to talk about. It's gone and.. it won't come back, so..
[ What is there left to even say? ]
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