[ Some things seem to snap into focus and meaning immediately here, while some other things remain obscured, even as the blur around the memory seems to disappear, the sights around Ange becoming clear.
For one, it's obvious whose memory it is. Even if that girl hadn't been calling out his name so loudly, Ange would have been able to recognize that figure on the ground for who it is pretty easily. Of all people's memories to end up in all of a sudden.. it's Break's? Even though they weren't anywhere near each other? Ange is pretty sure she wasn't even thinking about him, and yet..
She tries to shake off the thought. It doesn't matter right now. Not when there's more important questions - like the fact that Ange has no clue whether she can be seen or not. She assumes not, since no one seems to be reacting to her presence, but she'd prefer to be sure about that when this does seem to be a dangerous situation in a way. Break is hurt, after all, captured, and Ange has learned that hooded people are never good news.
And she could be cautious. She could stick to the edges of the room and watch the memory from there.
But if there is anything Ange Ushiromiya is bad at, it's watching people get hurt and ignoring it. Perhaps it's a trait she shares with her brother so much more than she'd ever like to admit to, and yet she can feel it right away here. Even though she knows it's a memory, and even though she knows that technically Break isn't hurt right now, she can still feel her heart ache.
Her dumb, dumb, soft heart.
So Ange decides to just risk it. Despite the uncertainty about the exact nature of her presence in this memory, she walks closer to where Break was unceremoniously dumped onto the ground like a sack of potatoes.
She doesn't speak up though. Either she's waiting for a reaction - whether it's on the part of anyone else in the memory of Break himself - or just for the memory to continue.
But Ange is standing there now, right next to where Break and Sharon are.
The look on her face isn't a total pokerface like usually. There's something a bit more complicated that's snuck its way into it, like she's trying to process a whole lot of thoughts in this instance. ]
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For one, it's obvious whose memory it is. Even if that girl hadn't been calling out his name so loudly, Ange would have been able to recognize that figure on the ground for who it is pretty easily. Of all people's memories to end up in all of a sudden.. it's Break's? Even though they weren't anywhere near each other? Ange is pretty sure she wasn't even thinking about him, and yet..
She tries to shake off the thought. It doesn't matter right now. Not when there's more important questions - like the fact that Ange has no clue whether she can be seen or not. She assumes not, since no one seems to be reacting to her presence, but she'd prefer to be sure about that when this does seem to be a dangerous situation in a way. Break is hurt, after all, captured, and Ange has learned that hooded people are never good news.
And she could be cautious. She could stick to the edges of the room and watch the memory from there.
But if there is anything Ange Ushiromiya is bad at, it's watching people get hurt and ignoring it. Perhaps it's a trait she shares with her brother so much more than she'd ever like to admit to, and yet she can feel it right away here. Even though she knows it's a memory, and even though she knows that technically Break isn't hurt right now, she can still feel her heart ache.
Her dumb, dumb, soft heart.
So Ange decides to just risk it. Despite the uncertainty about the exact nature of her presence in this memory, she walks closer to where Break was unceremoniously dumped onto the ground like a sack of potatoes.
She doesn't speak up though. Either she's waiting for a reaction - whether it's on the part of anyone else in the memory of Break himself - or just for the memory to continue.
But Ange is standing there now, right next to where Break and Sharon are.
The look on her face isn't a total pokerface like usually. There's something a bit more complicated that's snuck its way into it, like she's trying to process a whole lot of thoughts in this instance. ]