[ Shinjiro has gone a bit stiff, uncomfortably so. He does pick up the pace, as if looking for something that isn't there, but it only gets worse. The smell, the prick of heat, as the rippling edges of their vision turn smoky. Ahito's efforts are appreciated, but as expected, they do nothing.
A blink, and you see a flash of orange. It gets brighter, crackling with intensity. You turn, and it's there, too. It looks almost hazy and distant, almost like something viewed underwater, but damned if it doesn't feel like it is. ]
It ain't- [ He tries not to make it seem like his tongue feels thick like cotton, imperceptible tension keeping him taught as a wire. ] It ain't real, Ahito.
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A blink, and you see a flash of orange. It gets brighter, crackling with intensity. You turn, and it's there, too. It looks almost hazy and distant, almost like something viewed underwater, but damned if it doesn't feel like it is. ]
It ain't- [ He tries not to make it seem like his tongue feels thick like cotton, imperceptible tension keeping him taught as a wire. ] It ain't real, Ahito.