She was one of them. This whole time, she'd been one of them. They were all the same. If it wasn't Chisa's fault, it wasn't Komaeda's fault, or anyone's but Enoshima's. If it was Komaeda's fault, it was Chisa's fault too. For fuck's sake, she's dating Kyosuke.
The space around him in the room is doing strange things; the damp air begins to dry up and sparkle with dangerous snaps of static spark, brighter blue still, and finally, finally he just wheels around and slams his fist hard into the door they'd closed behind him, his entire body flashing with sparkling blue light.]
Fuck . . . !
[One punch isn't enough for something like this. Juzo slams his other fist into the door, and then again, back and forth. Each hit hurts more, and each shock of pain only makes him punch harder the next time, as if he could just break himself and everything else here would go away for good.]
Fuck!
[But actually, the door gives out first, finally splintering. Both the wreck of it and his knuckles are dripping with blood. Only then does he drop his hands and his gaze, his whole body shuddering, and take a deep breath. The sparks finally fade again, as if damped out by the cold humidity sweeping back in. The wetness in the air is enough to condense and run down the back of his neck, pale and chilly.]
. . . Crystal . . . ?
[He's finally ready to rejoin the conversation.]
You need a crystal? Just take mine. Just—I'll do anything. Got it? I'll do anything. I don't care if it kills me, you can have mine!
[ . . . He doesn't realize they mean a completed crystal, which his is not.]
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She was one of them. This whole time, she'd been one of them. They were all the same. If it wasn't Chisa's fault, it wasn't Komaeda's fault, or anyone's but Enoshima's. If it was Komaeda's fault, it was Chisa's fault too. For fuck's sake, she's dating Kyosuke.
The space around him in the room is doing strange things; the damp air begins to dry up and sparkle with dangerous snaps of static spark, brighter blue still, and finally, finally he just wheels around and slams his fist hard into the door they'd closed behind him, his entire body flashing with sparkling blue light.]
Fuck . . . !
[One punch isn't enough for something like this. Juzo slams his other fist into the door, and then again, back and forth. Each hit hurts more, and each shock of pain only makes him punch harder the next time, as if he could just break himself and everything else here would go away for good.]
Fuck!
[But actually, the door gives out first, finally splintering. Both the wreck of it and his knuckles are dripping with blood. Only then does he drop his hands and his gaze, his whole body shuddering, and take a deep breath. The sparks finally fade again, as if damped out by the cold humidity sweeping back in. The wetness in the air is enough to condense and run down the back of his neck, pale and chilly.]
. . . Crystal . . . ?
[He's finally ready to rejoin the conversation.]
You need a crystal? Just take mine. Just—I'll do anything. Got it? I'll do anything. I don't care if it kills me, you can have mine!
[ . . . He doesn't realize they mean a completed crystal, which his is not.]