Ranboo's back touches the wall just before Dirk springs into action; they freeze as he suddenly shoots forward, sword in hand, to once again pin the woman against the wall like an oversize insect, this time right beside Ranboo.
Ranboo has seen people die before. They have personally caused death by their own hands. But it never gets any easier to watch-- there's a moment's pause where she simply hangs there, disoriented, in pain, a single shaking breath escaping her lungs before her body shuts down, her head lolling aside like a ragdoll, eyes growing hollow and glossy.
Ranboo feels sick.
But the worst thing is that he knows this isn't enough. They aren't sure how they know, maybe it's just a guess based on pop culture or maybe it's knowledge he knew and then forgot, but somehow, he knows what has to be done to stop her from waking up again.
He opens his mouth, and all that comes out is a weak kind of grunt at first; they try again.
"Her brain-- it's... that's what's... waking her up. I think."
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Date: 2024-07-30 12:09 pm (UTC)Ranboo has seen people die before. They have personally caused death by their own hands. But it never gets any easier to watch-- there's a moment's pause where she simply hangs there, disoriented, in pain, a single shaking breath escaping her lungs before her body shuts down, her head lolling aside like a ragdoll, eyes growing hollow and glossy.
Ranboo feels sick.
But the worst thing is that he knows this isn't enough. They aren't sure how they know, maybe it's just a guess based on pop culture or maybe it's knowledge he knew and then forgot, but somehow, he knows what has to be done to stop her from waking up again.
He opens his mouth, and all that comes out is a weak kind of grunt at first; they try again.
"Her brain-- it's... that's what's... waking her up. I think."