[Omori manages another strangled breath. The knife lowers, his little body struggling, though his demeanor has evened back out into calm. The game is out of vowels now, so it will only get harder.]
[Omori is lifted another foot off the ground, the rope squeezing with how sharply it tightens. The hand the grips the knife drops it, arm falling down heavy and limp at Omori's side. He can't seem to move it at all. He struggles.]
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There really is no other option, is there…
[For a life to ride on a children’s game, that’s almost too much pressure. There are no repeats. Subaru feels out of his depth.]
E.
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[Omori manages another strangled breath. The knife lowers, his little body struggling, though his demeanor has evened back out into calm. The game is out of vowels now, so it will only get harder.]
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[No more vowels. It feels like grasping in the dark. Think, Subaru, think.]
R.
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_ _ A _ _ _ _ A _ E
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Please…
[He’s pleading to a dream; to nothing. No one will answer.
He hesitates on his next guess. Will it be his final one?]
B.
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[Omori's body eases with heavy breaths. His right arm still dangles, limp. He stares at Subaru, and his eyes are dark, dark, dark.
[The BlAck spAcE in the floor grows slowly wider, wider...]
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…C.
[It’s not the most tactical approach, but it’s better than picking at random. Maybe.]
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[Calm.]
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…hang on a minute. It’s a risk, but he wants this over with.]
Black space! It’s ‘black space’!
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[The floor cracks open into a black void. The rope around Omori's neck releases, and he and Subaru fall down, down, down.
[They hit the ground.
[And then, Subaru only has to watch until the dream ends.]
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[Subaru is speechless, horrified and unsettled. Just what did he watch?
Something he shouldn’t have. That much he knows.
He opens his mouth to speak again, words hoarse and frightened in his throat, but-
It’s time to wake up.]