[ Whatever is outside changes tactics from knocking to scratching, to pounding like they're trying to figure out how to get in. Whatever it is, they aren't safe to be around. ]
What are they?
[ She hasn't been able to pinpoint the reason for the extra thoughts. Is it safe here?
It's been so long since she's been able to feel safe anywhere. ]
Whispers...darkness. The abyss seeks any opening it can crawl into and pry apart.
[It might, however slowly, become clear that parts of this dreamscape are not new phenomena, even if they are undoubtedly influenced by their presence here. This already feels like a young girl's nightmares, cast in realistic and threatening relief. There would always be whispers. There would always be shadows.
The only thing you can do is keep each other safe.
No matter where I go, I suppose it will always find a way to call out to me.
[But Nozomi is not part of this tainted legacy, Cantarella thinks, even as she gently pulls the girl closer to her, letting her hide behind her shadow.]
[She can't argue that. Even if she hears a little doubt there... Cantarella is a stronger woman than she is. If this is what she chose, it's the same thing- just like Nozomi's mother chose what to do, what she was willing to go through.]
[Water drips and drips and drips, and the whispers become both more enticing and more sinister, drawing them in even as their voices have more teeth. Cantarella holds her hand up to the moonlight, so there's still a pool of it guiding them in the dark room.
Would she want to remain by my side, or would the risks swallow her whole?]
There's nowhere she can really go, is there? Every direction is full of danger.
Maybe that wouldn't have stopped her before, but she's only human. The things that whisper are scary and even if they whisper sweetly, she won't leave Cantarella's side.
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What are they?
[ She hasn't been able to pinpoint the reason for the extra thoughts. Is it safe here?
It's been so long since she's been able to feel safe anywhere. ]
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[It might, however slowly, become clear that parts of this dreamscape are not new phenomena, even if they are undoubtedly influenced by their presence here. This already feels like a young girl's nightmares, cast in realistic and threatening relief. There would always be whispers. There would always be shadows.
The only thing you can do is keep each other safe.
That's all there is down here.]
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You tried to take him away from us...
One blow at a time.
Until she dies. Those words are familiar and chilling. Nozomi tenses up and draws herself closer to Cantarella.
Please don't-... ]
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[But Nozomi is not part of this tainted legacy, Cantarella thinks, even as she gently pulls the girl closer to her, letting her hide behind her shadow.]
There is no out, only deeper.
[You can always walk away.]
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She stays close to Cantarella, quietly desperate to be saved from whatever experience they're both going through.
But... Cantarella has been nothing but kind to her. She can't understand why this is what they're seeing.]
You don't deserve something like this.
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After all, someone else might not endure it the same. [And if she can, why shouldn't she?
But hiding away forever is no way for you to live, either.]
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You're really strong.
[It's a kindness to endure this.]
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[Water drips and drips and drips, and the whispers become both more enticing and more sinister, drawing them in even as their voices have more teeth. Cantarella holds her hand up to the moonlight, so there's still a pool of it guiding them in the dark room.
Would she want to remain by my side, or would the risks swallow her whole?]
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There's nowhere she can really go, is there? Every direction is full of danger.
Maybe that wouldn't have stopped her before, but she's only human. The things that whisper are scary and even if they whisper sweetly, she won't leave Cantarella's side.
Could I stay? Is she wanted? ]