["'Putting a lot of effort into something that could just die on you despite everything still seems like a waste of time to me,' Misaka suggests from a conversation about gardening as Misaka wonders if it carries over in regard to other subjects," chimes one just behind the three, words Accelerator had told Donnie not too long ago, horribly dark without context, particularly with such a delivery.
He's still got his eyes shut, unsure of whether it's helping or not, but he'd already seen enough of what's around him to just imagine the myriad of mutated Sisters. At the moment all he's able to do is hear the words they relate, things that if they aren't targeted, seem meaningless. They aren't, not here. If it's not for him, it's for someone else, although in that moment he's not sure who it's meant for, but it's a chilling suggestion all the same.
Donnie's arms and legs are starting to ache, but at least it's his pain and not something conjured by this cursed room. It's the slightest thing, but it's new in the face of everything else that it provides a new point of focus. He struggles to drag himself out of the mental retreat he'd nearly slipped into. Being a deadweight won't help them.
Being a burden won't help Leo.
How far are they? Where were they, even? Donnie risks a look and instantly regrets it the moment he catches a glimpse of something new. What is it? He's not sure, but it has to be something bad if it's here.
Something tells him they need to move faster before they find out exactly what it is.]
...-ow far? [His words almost stick in his throat, barely above a whisper. Swallowing audibly, he tries again.]
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He's still got his eyes shut, unsure of whether it's helping or not, but he'd already seen enough of what's around him to just imagine the myriad of mutated Sisters. At the moment all he's able to do is hear the words they relate, things that if they aren't targeted, seem meaningless. They aren't, not here. If it's not for him, it's for someone else, although in that moment he's not sure who it's meant for, but it's a chilling suggestion all the same.
Donnie's arms and legs are starting to ache, but at least it's his pain and not something conjured by this cursed room. It's the slightest thing, but it's new in the face of everything else that it provides a new point of focus. He struggles to drag himself out of the mental retreat he'd nearly slipped into. Being a deadweight won't help them.
Being a burden won't help Leo.
How far are they? Where were they, even? Donnie risks a look and instantly regrets it the moment he catches a glimpse of something new. What is it? He's not sure, but it has to be something bad if it's here.
Something tells him they need to move faster before they find out exactly what it is.]
...-ow far? [His words almost stick in his throat, barely above a whisper. Swallowing audibly, he tries again.]
Leo? Our position?