[It happens so fast she doesn't quite know if it's even real. "Real" of course being someone's memory and she freezes in place as she watches the scene play out. She's experienced this level of connection with Yosuke already, the kind where she's trapped watching but also trapped understanding the feelings behind each action. She's not sure what's happening, truthfully. She's never been to one but she recognizes a boarding school when she sees one and it's with brief realization that she figures this must be Hope's Peak. Leon's never spoken much of the school, just that it was a school that prized talent.
And Leon, it seems, prized sex. That doesn't surprise her and for a moment she's only an observer. Who the hell is this girl he's so pumped up to see? Why is this happening? What is happening? Her chest twists in a weird sort of…jealousy, maybe? Nah, it's not jealousy. She doesn't have a reason to be jealous of someone she's never met. Leon's a typical teenage boy. But if she's getting a memory of him sleeping with some girl, she really, really doesn't want it.
…granted, the layout of the school is disconcerting and the memory she gets is far worse than she wanted. The girl, Maizono, (her surname, she's sure, since Leon has a tendency to address everyone that way) is pretty and perfect and delicate, almost as if she were an idol herself. But that'd be silly. And she watches for a moment before she lets out a gasp no one else can hear when the girl grabs a butcher knife and tries to drive it right into his chest.
The ensuing fight is painful to watch for someone like her who can empathize and feel things from other people. Leon's screams are echoing in her head as this girl's driven forward trying to kill him, she winces at the shatter of Maizono's wrist and she finds herself flinching over and over again at the sound of the blade cutting thin air.
When she enters the bathroom door, she's sure that's the end of the memory. That has to be, right? But it's not. It's not, and she finds herself trying to scream at Leon now to get him to stop. But of course it's a memory. Of course it's not something she can change and so she's stuck following his story, following him down the hall to where he gets a tool kit. She feels the fear and adrenaline gripping her the way it had for him, understands his thought process and even so she's hoping this outcome doesn't end the way she's beginning to understand.
Leon pries the door open and stares down at Maizono, the girl battered and holding her broken wrist to her chest. The need to escape and pursue are red flags to her and she understands his motivations too late. This couldn't have been the answer. She doesn't understand, and she can't even close her eyes before that knife drives into the pretty girl's stomach and blood blossoms around her front.
When she's kicked out of the memory it's to her own surprise that she's in near tears of shock and she can't even properly meet Leon's eyes.
This…was it. This was why he had suffered the way he had. He had done wrong first. She doesn't know why, doesn't understand what was happening, doesn't know what drove him to such stakes or why that girl had attacked first but what matters is that Leon had still delivered the final blow. And just like that, everything she's ever known about him changes drastically.
She can't even speak. But she tentatively tries to look at him even if she knows her entire expression betrays just how she feels.
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And Leon, it seems, prized sex. That doesn't surprise her and for a moment she's only an observer. Who the hell is this girl he's so pumped up to see? Why is this happening? What is happening? Her chest twists in a weird sort of…jealousy, maybe? Nah, it's not jealousy. She doesn't have a reason to be jealous of someone she's never met. Leon's a typical teenage boy. But if she's getting a memory of him sleeping with some girl, she really, really doesn't want it.
…granted, the layout of the school is disconcerting and the memory she gets is far worse than she wanted. The girl, Maizono, (her surname, she's sure, since Leon has a tendency to address everyone that way) is pretty and perfect and delicate, almost as if she were an idol herself. But that'd be silly. And she watches for a moment before she lets out a gasp no one else can hear when the girl grabs a butcher knife and tries to drive it right into his chest.
The ensuing fight is painful to watch for someone like her who can empathize and feel things from other people. Leon's screams are echoing in her head as this girl's driven forward trying to kill him, she winces at the shatter of Maizono's wrist and she finds herself flinching over and over again at the sound of the blade cutting thin air.
When she enters the bathroom door, she's sure that's the end of the memory. That has to be, right? But it's not. It's not, and she finds herself trying to scream at Leon now to get him to stop. But of course it's a memory. Of course it's not something she can change and so she's stuck following his story, following him down the hall to where he gets a tool kit. She feels the fear and adrenaline gripping her the way it had for him, understands his thought process and even so she's hoping this outcome doesn't end the way she's beginning to understand.
Leon pries the door open and stares down at Maizono, the girl battered and holding her broken wrist to her chest. The need to escape and pursue are red flags to her and she understands his motivations too late. This couldn't have been the answer. She doesn't understand, and she can't even close her eyes before that knife drives into the pretty girl's stomach and blood blossoms around her front.
When she's kicked out of the memory it's to her own surprise that she's in near tears of shock and she can't even properly meet Leon's eyes.
This…was it. This was why he had suffered the way he had. He had done wrong first. She doesn't know why, doesn't understand what was happening, doesn't know what drove him to such stakes or why that girl had attacked first but what matters is that Leon had still delivered the final blow. And just like that, everything she's ever known about him changes drastically.
She can't even speak. But she tentatively tries to look at him even if she knows her entire expression betrays just how she feels.
'What the hell…?']