[ It doesn't take long for Souji to recognize Yuri. He doesn't actually suspect her of wanting to jump at all, but it looks like she's speaking to thin air and she's also in a prime position for any possessed robot to throw her over the edge, so Souji quickens his stride to get to her first. ]
You're just asking to be pushed off standing around like that, you know. [ Ever the gallant rescuer... He doesn't wait for her to respond, just reaches out to grab her arm and haul her back from the edge. ]
[ And then he's hit by a vision? Hallucination? Memory, but it can't be, because he's never seen that cliff or woman before, but before he can realize that it's Yuri's memory he's propelled through one of his own. His memory is as brief as hers. It's just the image of a room empty except for Souji, who's curling his fists in bedsheets and trying to endure the pain wracking through his entire body. Souji who's trying to ignore the dull, craving ache in his belly and throat, and ignore the singular desire pulsing in his veins for blood, blood, blood, blood. he needs it, he really wants it, but he can't because he's terrified that if he does, that if he drinks a single drop -- ]
[ Souji's grip breaks as soon as Yuri flinches and squirms away from him, and he takes a step back as he tries to understand what just happened. ]
-- What the hell was that? [ there's a strained edge to his voice that wasn't there before, but whether it's from seeing Yuri's memory or seeing his isn't too clear. one thing's for sure, Souji's being a tad more aggressive than is warranted at the moment. ]
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You're just asking to be pushed off standing around like that, you know. [ Ever the gallant rescuer... He doesn't wait for her to respond, just reaches out to grab her arm and haul her back from the edge. ]
[ And then he's hit by a vision? Hallucination? Memory, but it can't be, because he's never seen that cliff or woman before, but before he can realize that it's Yuri's memory he's propelled through one of his own. His memory is as brief as hers. It's just the image of a room empty except for Souji, who's curling his fists in bedsheets and trying to endure the pain wracking through his entire body. Souji who's trying to ignore the dull, craving ache in his belly and throat, and ignore the singular desire pulsing in his veins for blood, blood, blood, blood. he needs it, he really wants it, but he can't because he's terrified that if he does, that if he drinks a single drop -- ]
[ Souji's grip breaks as soon as Yuri flinches and squirms away from him, and he takes a step back as he tries to understand what just happened. ]
-- What the hell was that? [ there's a strained edge to his voice that wasn't there before, but whether it's from seeing Yuri's memory or seeing his isn't too clear. one thing's for sure, Souji's being a tad more aggressive than is warranted at the moment. ]