[Mahiru's teeth and arms are tense; she shuts her lips and hides her hands behind her back. No matter how hard she tries, she can't focus ; it's like she picked up her vintage twin lens reflex camera by accident, and now her face is full of dust, her head is heavier than she had gotten used to (bandages or not)... worst of all, she can't make her eyes focus. The image of Peko is unsteady beyond the double vision Mahriu's experiencing. Narrowing her eyes barely stabilizes the sight at all.]
We're never going back to that island. You won't allow it. [The memorized single use evidence bullet hovers in her inventory, and the debate round times out without her using it.]
There's so much to do... escape from here... make contact with our friends... evacuate them... we gotta be careful every step of the way. Think rationally, [the saddest adverb of all] that's right.
[She turns her head to the north.]
That reminds me--Have to get in dinner, too... I think there's some rice left over from earlier. What about you, Peko-chan?
[It's the kind of subtle excuse that Peko always makes in a much more mechanical manner, and Mahiru does want to understand why she's that way. Later.]
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We're never going back to that island. You won't allow it. [The memorized single use evidence bullet hovers in her inventory, and the debate round times out without her using it.]
There's so much to do... escape from here... make contact with our friends... evacuate them... we gotta be careful every step of the way. Think rationally, [the saddest adverb of all] that's right.
[She turns her head to the north.]
That reminds me--Have to get in dinner, too... I think there's some rice left over from earlier. What about you, Peko-chan?
[It's the kind of subtle excuse that Peko always makes in a much more mechanical manner, and Mahiru does want to understand why she's that way. Later.]