[ It's a moment of sickness like she hasn't felt since watching her sister die right in front of her, a horrible twisting in her gut that has her in tears and alight with rage at the same time. She wants to be sick, but there's no time for that; right now, she needs to find the person responsible for the bullet hole in Senpai's headβ
As if she doesn't already know who it is.
The second corpse should make her feel better, torn apart as it is by the jagged edge of a sword, but doesn't. Should, because for there to be two rather than one means that they're just cognitive versions of Ren, and not the real thing. Doesn't, because the jagged cuts only reinforce her knowledge. Is this what Akechi truly wants, even now?
Violet sprints along the tracks, rapier in one hand and mask in the other, Ella following closely behind, wreathed in blue fire. Blood splashes thickly over the dark of her boots, and more than once she nearly trips over a dismembered body part. Every corpse makes her sicker, angrier, more afraid all at once, until she sprints through a doorway into the room where they stand together amongst the corpses, Joker and Crow - no, Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi.
In the amount of time it takes for Violet's lips to part, her voice dies in her throat.
And in the amount of time it takes for her to process the image in front of her, Akechi snaps the cognitive Ren's neck. ]
Stop!
[ The word is a shriek in her mouth, feet slipping in the gore as she rushes across the room, too late to save him from whatever mess Akechi's creating in the dreamscape. Her red eyes are wide, filled with tears and anger both, and Ella's flames swirl behind her, whispers of fury reaching into her soul. ]
B (Oh boy here we go, also SO many P5R spoilers)
As if she doesn't already know who it is.
The second corpse should make her feel better, torn apart as it is by the jagged edge of a sword, but doesn't. Should, because for there to be two rather than one means that they're just cognitive versions of Ren, and not the real thing. Doesn't, because the jagged cuts only reinforce her knowledge. Is this what Akechi truly wants, even now?
Violet sprints along the tracks, rapier in one hand and mask in the other, Ella following closely behind, wreathed in blue fire. Blood splashes thickly over the dark of her boots, and more than once she nearly trips over a dismembered body part. Every corpse makes her sicker, angrier, more afraid all at once, until she sprints through a doorway into the room where they stand together amongst the corpses, Joker and Crow - no, Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi.
In the amount of time it takes for Violet's lips to part, her voice dies in her throat.
And in the amount of time it takes for her to process the image in front of her, Akechi snaps the cognitive Ren's neck. ]
Stop!
[ The word is a shriek in her mouth, feet slipping in the gore as she rushes across the room, too late to save him from whatever mess Akechi's creating in the dreamscape. Her red eyes are wide, filled with tears and anger both, and Ella's flames swirl behind her, whispers of fury reaching into her soul. ]
What are you doing?!