[ But this time, maybe it isn't too late. It's not pitch black out yet, but getting there, and they can find their way quicker the second time around than the first. If this floor is constructed around Kano, though, hope and fear are the exact same thing.
Tsuyukusa is there on the ground, limbs hacked off and he's bleeding out, parts of him turning back into jelly while others hang on— his eyes turn to Yuya, then Kano- but it's an unreadable expression with half his face covered in blood.
That's the fear. Tsuyukusa is still alive, but he'll die anyways. They'll never be able to save him. ]
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[ But this time, maybe it isn't too late. It's not pitch black out yet, but getting there, and they can find their way quicker the second time around than the first. If this floor is constructed around Kano, though, hope and fear are the exact same thing.
Tsuyukusa is there on the ground, limbs hacked off and he's bleeding out, parts of him turning back into jelly while others hang on— his eyes turn to Yuya, then Kano- but it's an unreadable expression with half his face covered in blood.
That's the fear. Tsuyukusa is still alive, but he'll die anyways. They'll never be able to save him. ]