[ This truly is a night terror. It’s a relief to have her arm reform and Futaba quickly uses it to cling back tightly. A glance takes in what she missed previously, eyes flickering toward the crowds, the scenery. It makes a full loop before returning back to Akira and it's his expression that truly gives her pause. There's a moment for it to register before the undoubtedly distressed look twists something deep inside her.
The nightmare has barely begun and yet she never again wants to see her favorite person hold such a look ever again. ]
Don't say that!! We just gotta make it out, right?
[ It's not what he means and she knows it. But it is what she can focus on. There's an audible tremble in her voice but look! She's still here. That's a win in her book no matter how small it may be. She squeezes his hands and despite the terror crawling up her throat, smiles at him ]
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The nightmare has barely begun and yet she never again wants to see her favorite person hold such a look ever again. ]
Don't say that!! We just gotta make it out, right?
[ It's not what he means and she knows it. But it is what she can focus on. There's an audible tremble in her voice but look! She's still here. That's a win in her book no matter how small it may be. She squeezes his hands and despite the terror crawling up her throat, smiles at him ]
We got this.