[Lucy unfolded her arms, grabbing the slats of the bench and leaning forwards. Her grasp shook at the wrists slightly. She heard, listened—and denied what she could even louder. This was what was. This was all she was. Why did Ryoji think she wasn't? Why did Minako—why did anyone? Why were they trying to change the world around her?
She understood this, as miserable and as lonely an existence as it was. Not that, not the world that existed through the window she was peering in. It was strange, and frightening because it was strange.]
What are you, a fucking priest now?!
[Her voice was a shade higher-pitched this time, and not as vitriolic as it could have been. More desperate, like an animal chased into a corner.]
no subject
She understood this, as miserable and as lonely an existence as it was. Not that, not the world that existed through the window she was peering in. It was strange, and frightening because it was strange.]
What are you, a fucking priest now?!
[Her voice was a shade higher-pitched this time, and not as vitriolic as it could have been. More desperate, like an animal chased into a corner.]