This is where Wasabi flat out refuses. This is the point in which he can no longer scramble to ground this situation in reality. He can almost feel his mind grinding to a halt, and even the nagging in the back of his mind about the tiles on the tabletop being crooked goes silent.
When he speaks, it's not to the supposedly-familiar figure just out of physical reach. He's half afraid that it's a figment and half afraid that it's real, and he doesn't know which one would be better, and he doesn't know if he's ready to figure it out. He feels like he needs to say something, though, just to break the silence that's growing more and more oppressive around him. This place is busy. It shouldn't be quiet. ]
I-- This can't be happening. This really can't be happening. It doesn't make any sense.
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This is where Wasabi flat out refuses. This is the point in which he can no longer scramble to ground this situation in reality. He can almost feel his mind grinding to a halt, and even the nagging in the back of his mind about the tiles on the tabletop being crooked goes silent.
When he speaks, it's not to the supposedly-familiar figure just out of physical reach. He's half afraid that it's a figment and half afraid that it's real, and he doesn't know which one would be better, and he doesn't know if he's ready to figure it out. He feels like he needs to say something, though, just to break the silence that's growing more and more oppressive around him. This place is busy. It shouldn't be quiet. ]
I-- This can't be happening. This really can't be happening. It doesn't make any sense.