[He echoes Wriothesley's words, lost in thought, the rain on the glass ceiling pattering more insistently.] But why her? Why now? Do you think she did something to cause this? Found something she wasn't meant to?
[He's wracking his brain for any and every possibility. New people, including himself, have just arrived, but he can't see how that would cause something like this. If the creator of this space had the conscious power to do this, what could Furina have possibly done to attract their ire? And was this their fate too? Could this happen to anyone? At any time?
The rain outside intensifies.
None of it makes sense and, yet again, he feels powerless to help.]
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[He echoes Wriothesley's words, lost in thought, the rain on the glass ceiling pattering more insistently.] But why her? Why now? Do you think she did something to cause this? Found something she wasn't meant to?
[He's wracking his brain for any and every possibility. New people, including himself, have just arrived, but he can't see how that would cause something like this. If the creator of this space had the conscious power to do this, what could Furina have possibly done to attract their ire? And was this their fate too? Could this happen to anyone? At any time?
The rain outside intensifies.
None of it makes sense and, yet again, he feels powerless to help.]