[ as yukari gets closer, kotone's expression resembles—for all the world—nothing so much as yukari's own stricken and fearful look a few moments ago. kotone's voice is audible as yukari gets closer, but... wrong. and the girl in front of her isn't saying a word. ]
—just take my hand! [ the mockery of kotone croons in its warped and echoing voice, stigmatic palms oozing dark, thick blood. as the reflection raises its hand, a small hole through it becomes apparent. ]C'mon, cipher!
[ the reflection chirps that, yellow eyes flashing. ]
You heard Igor. You know all the masks we've worn. Why not make it easy on yourself? We can finally, finally be perfect!
[ kotone backs up half a step, grip tightening on her naginata and barely acknowledging her friend's presence. what the hell is this? ]
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—just take my hand! [ the mockery of kotone croons in its warped and echoing voice, stigmatic palms oozing dark, thick blood. as the reflection raises its hand, a small hole through it becomes apparent. ] C'mon, cipher!
[ the reflection chirps that, yellow eyes flashing. ]
You heard Igor. You know all the masks we've worn. Why not make it easy on yourself? We can finally, finally be perfect!
[ kotone backs up half a step, grip tightening on her naginata and barely acknowledging her friend's presence. what the hell is this? ]