It reaffirms his humanity, but in doing so, he also just ends up trapping himself further inside the paradox that he's made out of his own existence. Enough has also happened for her to know that even if she's to unfold the crumbled page herself and hold it out in front of him, he'll ignore it. Reading is a choice. Hearing isn't. She can only be reminded once more, of how bad a time this is for her to be unable to speak.
The note is tucked away. She lacks the idealism to keep trying. With that, she's no means of getting through the walls that he's encased himself within. Even if she succeeds in dragging him out of here by force somehow, it's highly likely that she would just be taking an empty body devoid of purpose and will. She'd need to stay by him until all this ends, something that'll likely become even more trying than trying to hold back the grim helplessness seeping through her now.
The lowered hand forms a fist inside the sleeve of her robe, out of sight. Her chest heaves slightly, along with her shoulders. She can't even thank him for his consideration, realizing full well that there were a million chances he could've snapped during the few short minutes that have just passed - but didn't. So without further ado, she'll start to walk too, sauntering past him even after he's stepped back without rush or urgency in her steps.
She stops a few feet away at exactly where the barrier she's erected still stands. When she turns around again, she's got one Black Key in hand, and looking back at him with unwavering eyes, draws one single line on the ground to clearly mark the limit. The Key is then dispelled, and the air around them -- not coagulate per se, but is definitely changing, thickening. The message couldn't be clearer even if she was to shout it out loud: she's not going back, and she doesn't intend on letting him pass. She's painfully aware that it may only result in the worst possible outcome for all of them, but this is nevertheless one thing that she will firmly stand by. Her stance may look open, but her focus is sharp and keenly wired. He's not going to be able to make one move without her noticing, and he damn well knows that she'll follow it up to the best of her ability and give it her all to stop him. He may have some aces up his sleeves yet, but he won't be the only one in that regard either.]
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It reaffirms his humanity, but in doing so, he also just ends up trapping himself further inside the paradox that he's made out of his own existence. Enough has also happened for her to know that even if she's to unfold the crumbled page herself and hold it out in front of him, he'll ignore it. Reading is a choice. Hearing isn't. She can only be reminded once more, of how bad a time this is for her to be unable to speak.
The note is tucked away. She lacks the idealism to keep trying. With that, she's no means of getting through the walls that he's encased himself within. Even if she succeeds in dragging him out of here by force somehow, it's highly likely that she would just be taking an empty body devoid of purpose and will. She'd need to stay by him until all this ends, something that'll likely become even more trying than trying to hold back the grim helplessness seeping through her now.
The lowered hand forms a fist inside the sleeve of her robe, out of sight. Her chest heaves slightly, along with her shoulders. She can't even thank him for his consideration, realizing full well that there were a million chances he could've snapped during the few short minutes that have just passed - but didn't. So without further ado, she'll start to walk too, sauntering past him even after he's stepped back without rush or urgency in her steps.
She stops a few feet away at exactly where the barrier she's erected still stands. When she turns around again, she's got one Black Key in hand, and looking back at him with unwavering eyes, draws one single line on the ground to clearly mark the limit. The Key is then dispelled, and the air around them -- not coagulate per se, but is definitely changing, thickening. The message couldn't be clearer even if she was to shout it out loud: she's not going back, and she doesn't intend on letting him pass. She's painfully aware that it may only result in the worst possible outcome for all of them, but this is nevertheless one thing that she will firmly stand by. Her stance may look open, but her focus is sharp and keenly wired. He's not going to be able to make one move without her noticing, and he damn well knows that she'll follow it up to the best of her ability and give it her all to stop him. He may have some aces up his sleeves yet, but he won't be the only one in that regard either.]