The nurse outfit is only like, the third thing he notices, though, which says a lot for his mental state. He'd been almost convinced this was a nightmare or hallucination. It's not like he doesn't have nightmares along these same lines with some frequency, and as for hallucinations, he'd been jabbed with that needle earlier . . . who the hell knows what was in that other than hiccup drugs?
But bizarrely, the complete unexpectedness of running into Pekoyama in a nurse's outfit, with bloody hands, being followed by a ghostly bloody child version of herself--
Makes it all seem a little more real. And that's fucked up, but there it is.
Leon takes a couple steps back, shaking his head. It takes a few moments for him to remember how to talk in a way that isn't useless screaming; in the meantime, his throat bobs and his eyebrows furrow, and his hands finally uncurl from the fists he's been holding them in for so long they're kind of cramped by now.]
--Yeah. I mean, no. No, I ain't . . .
[Oh, there's his voice. It's surprisingly normal, if distant-sounding.]
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[Uh well yes. Yes it does.
The nurse outfit is only like, the third thing he notices, though, which says a lot for his mental state. He'd been almost convinced this was a nightmare or hallucination. It's not like he doesn't have nightmares along these same lines with some frequency, and as for hallucinations, he'd been jabbed with that needle earlier . . . who the hell knows what was in that other than hiccup drugs?
But bizarrely, the complete unexpectedness of running into Pekoyama in a nurse's outfit, with bloody hands, being followed by a ghostly bloody child version of herself--
Makes it all seem a little more real. And that's fucked up, but there it is.
Leon takes a couple steps back, shaking his head. It takes a few moments for him to remember how to talk in a way that isn't useless screaming; in the meantime, his throat bobs and his eyebrows furrow, and his hands finally uncurl from the fists he's been holding them in for so long they're kind of cramped by now.]
--Yeah. I mean, no. No, I ain't . . .
[Oh, there's his voice. It's surprisingly normal, if distant-sounding.]
I--what the hell's goin' on, you too?