[ Somehow, Hibiki is not in a position to appreciate this, herself.
Her legs, in front of Zetta, have started being drawn with much thicker lines. And the entire half of the couch occupied by her torso is swathed in shadow. ]
...I might not. Make it.
[ So she realizes, voice coming from the back of her throat. She can see a dim light...it's calling to her. But every time the Kepomon speak, the light flickers and dies.
There are only sentence enders in this eternal darkness. ]
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Her legs, in front of Zetta, have started being drawn with much thicker lines. And the entire half of the couch occupied by her torso is swathed in shadow. ]
...I might not. Make it.
[ So she realizes, voice coming from the back of her throat. She can see a dim light...it's calling to her. But every time the Kepomon speak, the light flickers and dies.
There are only sentence enders in this eternal darkness. ]