[AH, THE SWEET GLITTER SHOWER FROM HELL... Souji's already sort of grown accustomed to the startling bursts of color and brightness, though it never makes dealing with the aftermath any easier. He's already an empathetic person; experiencing memories from someone else's point of view tends to leave him rattled, and it always takes him precious seconds to extract himself from the foreign-yet-familiar mindset as it leaves.
This memory is painful in familiar sorts of ways even beyond the borrowed experience, though. The dust begins to settle around them, and Souji stares at nothing in particular for a few moments. When he does seem to come back to himself, it's with a sudden jolt, and he's turning to face Alphinaud not a second later.]
beats u up for your crimes
This memory is painful in familiar sorts of ways even beyond the borrowed experience, though. The dust begins to settle around them, and Souji stares at nothing in particular for a few moments. When he does seem to come back to himself, it's with a sudden jolt, and he's turning to face Alphinaud not a second later.]
—That was...
[BAD!! HELP.]
--Where was that? What was that?