ayaka holds the hat in her hands, her eyes fixed on the man’s pale face, contrasted so deeply by the red of his blood.
feeling herself lose her connection with her body, ayaka feels like she’s drowning underwater, vision blurry and unable to breathe. ]
Put me down.
[ sabo’s dead. his vision of freedom dead with him. ]
Put me down!
[ she’s gripping the sides of the hat, as if she were locked in place. she knows she has to preserve the evidence she can’t drop him she musn’t drop him she can’t she musn’t she can’t she musn’t— ]
cw dissociation
[ oh.
it’s sabo.
ayaka holds the hat in her hands, her eyes fixed on the man’s pale face, contrasted so deeply by the red of his blood.
feeling herself lose her connection with her body, ayaka feels like she’s drowning underwater, vision blurry and unable to breathe. ]
Put me down.
[ sabo’s dead. his vision of freedom dead with him. ]
Put me down!
[ she’s gripping the sides of the hat, as if she were locked in place. she knows she has to preserve the evidence she can’t drop him she musn’t drop him she can’t she musn’t she can’t she musn’t— ]
PUT ME DOWN!!!!