[She makes a mildly irritated noise at being stopped, frowning up at him. What? When did she say that?
--Ah. In the span of a couple seconds her eyes widen with realization before her expression goes quickly guarded and wary.] I- I don't-- [She hadn't meant to say something like that? Why had she said something like that? She didn't want to admit to those sorts of things, out loud or to herself, and for a moment she absolutely, completely, hated him for making her acknowledge it at all.
Yuri doesn't answer for a long moment, eyes locked on him in some mixed expression of hate and accusation, before she forces herself to look away to think. Even that slip of body language clearly broadcasts defeat, giving in to try and find an answer, for her own sake as much as his.]
I... can feel everything they feel... [She speaks slowly, carefully choosing her words as she tries to figure out how to put such a difficult concept into something that makes sense. So logically, painless deaths were best, honestly, but beyond that] I like-- jumpers, the best. For a moment, it feels like flying. I suppose drowning isn't terrible either... [There's a far-off look in her eyes that could almost be longing before its gone again and she shakes her head.]
I suppose... As long as it makes me feel something other than the normal regret or fear or something, that's what would make it interesting. [She doesn't know if that's really the 'right' answer, but it's the only one she can currently give as she doesn't quite know how to answer it herself.] So maybe you should put in a request when you die.
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--Ah. In the span of a couple seconds her eyes widen with realization before her expression goes quickly guarded and wary.] I- I don't-- [She hadn't meant to say something like that? Why had she said something like that? She didn't want to admit to those sorts of things, out loud or to herself, and for a moment she absolutely, completely, hated him for making her acknowledge it at all.
Yuri doesn't answer for a long moment, eyes locked on him in some mixed expression of hate and accusation, before she forces herself to look away to think. Even that slip of body language clearly broadcasts defeat, giving in to try and find an answer, for her own sake as much as his.]
I... can feel everything they feel... [She speaks slowly, carefully choosing her words as she tries to figure out how to put such a difficult concept into something that makes sense. So logically, painless deaths were best, honestly, but beyond that] I like-- jumpers, the best. For a moment, it feels like flying. I suppose drowning isn't terrible either... [There's a far-off look in her eyes that could almost be longing before its gone again and she shakes her head.]
I suppose... As long as it makes me feel something other than the normal regret or fear or something, that's what would make it interesting. [She doesn't know if that's really the 'right' answer, but it's the only one she can currently give as she doesn't quite know how to answer it herself.] So maybe you should put in a request when you die.