[In the face of Lila's sulking, Komaeda exhales an audible chuckle—a sound that's likely confusing for Atem, with how it comes from nowhere; but then he lolls his head, turning his attention to the bat in question and fixes him with a half-lidded gaze.
His eyes, always distant, as if seeing past everything towards something unattainable, are decidedly fixed on Atem. The sleepless flesh that rims them is prominent, but he doesn't feel tired, not really. His head is too full, and not just because of Lila.]
Hmm... let me think.
[And he closes his eyes, deep-diving into memories that will play like a film reel for both he and Lila to watch. Sterile lights again, a scene of cadavers on other tables—but no Steve—the smell of formaldehyde and sterilizer thick in the air, with an underlying stench of decay.
Above, past the blinding light, is rafters. Rusted girder beams spiderwebbing beneath a metal roof with a few patched holes.]
Maybe some kind of warehouse... I think. I was drugged, so I don't quite remember.
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His eyes, always distant, as if seeing past everything towards something unattainable, are decidedly fixed on Atem. The sleepless flesh that rims them is prominent, but he doesn't feel tired, not really. His head is too full, and not just because of Lila.]
Hmm... let me think.
[And he closes his eyes, deep-diving into memories that will play like a film reel for both he and Lila to watch. Sterile lights again, a scene of cadavers on other tables—but no Steve—the smell of formaldehyde and sterilizer thick in the air, with an underlying stench of decay.
Above, past the blinding light, is rafters. Rusted girder beams spiderwebbing beneath a metal roof with a few patched holes.]
Maybe some kind of warehouse... I think. I was drugged, so I don't quite remember.