She's sitting on a bed. It's an old bed, and the room doesn't have much in the way of personal touches. She's shaking, scared, lonely. Her eyes, she can feel them, they're warm.
The blonde boy peeks in the room. He sits next to her on the bed.
"I can see you."
She looks at him with wide eyes. Her face feels strange--she's been crying. She rubs her face with her hands, sniffling. "I-I thought I was disappearing!"
He laughs at her. "Don't worry so much."
"Stop it, Shuuya! Don't laugh at me!" She rubs her eyes again and looks away from him. "Even the teachers are scared of me. They think something's wrong with me."
"They're afraid of me, too."
"What if no one ever wants us?"
"Then we'll take care of each other."
She stares at Genos with wide eyes and her hand moves, almost reaching forward to grab his shirt. But she looks away.]
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[Way to trigger a memory, Genos.
She's sitting on a bed. It's an old bed, and the room doesn't have much in the way of personal touches. She's shaking, scared, lonely. Her eyes, she can feel them, they're warm.
The blonde boy peeks in the room. He sits next to her on the bed.
"I can see you."
She looks at him with wide eyes. Her face feels strange--she's been crying. She rubs her face with her hands, sniffling. "I-I thought I was disappearing!"
He laughs at her. "Don't worry so much."
"Stop it, Shuuya! Don't laugh at me!" She rubs her eyes again and looks away from him. "Even the teachers are scared of me. They think something's wrong with me."
"They're afraid of me, too."
"What if no one ever wants us?"
"Then we'll take care of each other."
She stares at Genos with wide eyes and her hand moves, almost reaching forward to grab his shirt. But she looks away.]
We will.