[ Okay so the butter thingy went straight over his head the first time, but it manages to bug him slightly the second time. Just slightly, cuz c'mon. Someone who's supposed to be fuckin' dead is right here, in front of his eyes, talking about her death like it's a joke. How could he think about anything else?! Just yesterday, he witnessed her cruel death penalty!! Real blood, real spears, real person... he's 99.9-- okay, 99.1% sure of that. It's true that they didn't get to investigate her corpse further afterwards. He can't be a hundred percent sure.
What he's sure of, is that Monokuma isn't so powerful to be able to simulate a fake death so realistically like that. Because how the hell?! Impossible, he tells himself, but he knows that deep down, he can't help recognising the fact that what's unfolding right in front of him shouldn't happen at all, if that's the case. Enoshima Junko, alive and kicking, blathering nonsense in a speed that he refuses to catch up with. It's in a rider's nature to overtake someone ahead of him, but this time, he's gonna Let It Go.
For the most part. ]
You're... real? The hell happened?! You know something, don't you?!
butter not let him down
What he's sure of, is that Monokuma isn't so powerful to be able to simulate a fake death so realistically like that. Because how the hell?! Impossible, he tells himself, but he knows that deep down, he can't help recognising the fact that what's unfolding right in front of him shouldn't happen at all, if that's the case. Enoshima Junko, alive and kicking, blathering nonsense in a speed that he refuses to catch up with. It's in a rider's nature to overtake someone ahead of him, but this time, he's gonna Let It Go.
For the most part. ]
You're... real? The hell happened?! You know something, don't you?!