[ Dick blinks up at the ceiling when it changes, but that's nothing compared to the sight of Nikkari dead on the ground. He wonders...
But this isn't real. He knows that, and a part of him wants to callously move them along in a hurry, to get this entire mess over with-- but he gives them time, instead. Watches Yasusada take care of Nikkari's shards and the other body he doesn't know so reverently. It's dangerous to bring it along for more than just potentially slowing them down: who knows how else this place might try to mess with them with those bodies? Zombies have happened in more than just the ship, after all.
But with how gone Yasusada is, it might be more dangerous to attempt to separate them. Emotions are running high.
So he concentrates on Sanji, turning to him around the same time Yasusada does: ]
This isn't real. [ a reminder, in case it reaches either of them when he knows for a fact it's not that easy to just turn off feeling, but his tone is blunt and unwavering. ] The ceiling is glitching to another place. There's a hallway past the submarine. Submarine might lead us out-- or might lead us deeper into whatever this is, like the trap door did. [ he glances at it. ] Whatever you decide to do, we should leave.
[ he has a feeling... something worse is waiting for them either. or maybe the dread is unrelated to that. ]
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But this isn't real. He knows that, and a part of him wants to callously move them along in a hurry, to get this entire mess over with-- but he gives them time, instead. Watches Yasusada take care of Nikkari's shards and the other body he doesn't know so reverently. It's dangerous to bring it along for more than just potentially slowing them down: who knows how else this place might try to mess with them with those bodies? Zombies have happened in more than just the ship, after all.
But with how gone Yasusada is, it might be more dangerous to attempt to separate them. Emotions are running high.
So he concentrates on Sanji, turning to him around the same time Yasusada does: ]
This isn't real. [ a reminder, in case it reaches either of them when he knows for a fact it's not that easy to just turn off feeling, but his tone is blunt and unwavering. ] The ceiling is glitching to another place. There's a hallway past the submarine. Submarine might lead us out-- or might lead us deeper into whatever this is, like the trap door did. [ he glances at it. ] Whatever you decide to do, we should leave.
[ he has a feeling... something worse is waiting for them either. or maybe the dread is unrelated to that. ]