[It's darkness but, he knows it. Faint images swirl in the fog of his mind as he walks on heedless that Red has already stopped. The world around him inside his head changes to different places, different times like grains of sand falling through an hourglass.
The energy of his spirit answers with the rattle of chains and the implacable sense of death. It's the hopelessness of having no hopes for yourself. Being the unworthy fool who dared to try to reach for the heights. That which brings chaos.
Dark smoke swirls around him, his clothes forming differently. His shoes on the parched earth no longer the boots he wears. A long steel chain winds up his chest and the locks to the steel collar at his throat. Komaeda comes to a stop, no longer a teenage boy but a tall, rail thin man. It lasts only for a few minutes before he sweeps his left hand out and cuts through it.]
This is her. There's no one else that stirs up despair this thickly, or deeply with this undercurrent of glee to it.
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The energy of his spirit answers with the rattle of chains and the implacable sense of death. It's the hopelessness of having no hopes for yourself. Being the unworthy fool who dared to try to reach for the heights. That which brings chaos.
Dark smoke swirls around him, his clothes forming differently. His shoes on the parched earth no longer the boots he wears. A long steel chain winds up his chest and the locks to the steel collar at his throat. Komaeda comes to a stop, no longer a teenage boy but a tall, rail thin man. It lasts only for a few minutes before he sweeps his left hand out and cuts through it.]
This is her. There's no one else that stirs up despair this thickly, or deeply with this undercurrent of glee to it.