[ He asked to see it, and that curiosity has a price. Yusuke snatches the device back up, angling it in front of his face away from Futaba, his expression souring with every drop of blood spilled on screen.
It's surreal, and disturbing, to see your own face, your own disguise, murdered on screen with barely a chance to put up a fight. By the time the clone stops moving, there's so much blood on the pavement, on both figures, that it looks like he's been intentionally drained. Yusuke has seen more than his fair share of violence, lately. This reminds him of something else, almost a month ago but still so fresh in his mind that he groans to suppress a new round of nausea. He thought he was over this.
At least there's no audio. Nobody wants to see their limbs get ripped off and chewed on, he doesn't need to hear it, too. ]
How do we follow this thing?
[ His voice is soft, shaky. He'll be fine, just give him a second to breathe. ]
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It's surreal, and disturbing, to see your own face, your own disguise, murdered on screen with barely a chance to put up a fight. By the time the clone stops moving, there's so much blood on the pavement, on both figures, that it looks like he's been intentionally drained. Yusuke has seen more than his fair share of violence, lately. This reminds him of something else, almost a month ago but still so fresh in his mind that he groans to suppress a new round of nausea. He thought he was over this.
At least there's no audio. Nobody wants to see their limbs get ripped off and chewed on, he doesn't need to hear it, too. ]
How do we follow this thing?
[ His voice is soft, shaky. He'll be fine, just give him a second to breathe. ]