[ The apology seems to shake her back to reality, tearing her eyes away from the white that seems to slowly, but certainly, fade away. Listens quietly ( not like she can do much else ) while Yusuke tries to explain what's left to do, eager to ease the blow for her.
It's ... sweet. He watched Richie die in his arms, that much she knows — and from the way that Boxer acted, it's not hard to tell how bad it got. And yet, here he is.
She shakes her head — there's no need, she's the one who just got here. Finally pulls her phone out of her pocket, typing up a short message for Yusuke to read ( keeps her attention focused on the living, the real, because if she stares at the drone again who knows what she'll see ). Ignores the pain that shoots up her arm again, jaw tensing in an attempt to bite back the grimace. Red turns the screen over. ]
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[ There's laughter that rings behind her, high, clear, playful, Sybil's. The phone clatters to the ground, as she whips her head around.
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It's ... sweet. He watched Richie die in his arms, that much she knows — and from the way that Boxer acted, it's not hard to tell how bad it got. And yet, here he is.
She shakes her head — there's no need, she's the one who just got here. Finally pulls her phone out of her pocket, typing up a short message for Yusuke to read ( keeps her attention focused on the living, the real, because if she stares at the drone again who knows what she'll see ). Ignores the pain that shoots up her arm again, jaw tensing in an attempt to bite back the grimace. Red turns the screen over. ]
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[ There's laughter that rings behind her, high, clear, playful, Sybil's. The phone clatters to the ground, as she whips her head around.
Nothing.
( You're not looking the right way, Red. ) ]