[ She doesn't need to have a clue, she thinks. Even if Satoru had been a stranger in this hallway, how could she in good conscience simply walk - or float - away without trying to help? It would simply be unconscionable, antithetical to everything she has been taught growing up as a Heartleaf.
To always be the harbor in a storm, no matter where the starry seas take you.
And what a storm this is. For such a brief window in time, Sumina thinks they might be close, very close to freeing Satoru of this predicament, but then that unfamiliar voice cuts in once more. It's not until now that Sumina truly pays it mind, beyond the fact that it sounds wholly unlike Satoru's. It is... such a soft voice, and Sumina would almost think it gentle, too, if not for all of the things it's said in the last few moments.
Her gaze slides over to Satoru's face. She has never seen him so utterly arrested... ]
Satoru—
[ Don't listen, she wants to say, but instead that inky darkness is lunging at her with a menacing speed, and her words are lost in a gasp choked out in desperation. But she doesn't let go. Her grasp with one hand only seems to grow tighter around Satoru's arm, while the other lifts to shield herself - though that hardly seems necessary, when a soft glow emanating from her chest envelops her, and the shadow's darkness glances off of her like Choso's Blood Manipulation hitting Limitless. ]
S—Satoru!
[ She calls out, this time, like a clarion bell. Wherever his mind has gone after hearing that voice again, he needs to come back, loneliness be damned. She's lonely, too, but it's not going to stop her from calling out to him.
A glanced blow doesn't stop the shadow from another onslaught either, but this time, Sumina's free hand intercepts the blow with an almost fluid grace. ]
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To always be the harbor in a storm, no matter where the starry seas take you.
And what a storm this is. For such a brief window in time, Sumina thinks they might be close, very close to freeing Satoru of this predicament, but then that unfamiliar voice cuts in once more. It's not until now that Sumina truly pays it mind, beyond the fact that it sounds wholly unlike Satoru's. It is... such a soft voice, and Sumina would almost think it gentle, too, if not for all of the things it's said in the last few moments.
Her gaze slides over to Satoru's face. She has never seen him so utterly arrested... ]
Satoru—
[ Don't listen, she wants to say, but instead that inky darkness is lunging at her with a menacing speed, and her words are lost in a gasp choked out in desperation. But she doesn't let go. Her grasp with one hand only seems to grow tighter around Satoru's arm, while the other lifts to shield herself - though that hardly seems necessary, when a soft glow emanating from her chest envelops her, and the shadow's darkness glances off of her
like Choso's Blood Manipulation hitting Limitless. ]S—Satoru!
[ She calls out, this time, like a clarion bell. Wherever his mind has gone after hearing that voice again, he needs to come back, loneliness be damned. She's lonely, too, but it's not going to stop her from calling out to him.
A glanced blow doesn't stop the shadow from another onslaught either, but this time, Sumina's free hand intercepts the blow with an almost fluid grace. ]