[ There's just so much to think about, all at once. It feels like a swamp, where when Ange tries to think of one thing, she's already sinking away into the rest of the thoughts that demand her attention. At least she looks completely unfazed by the violence happening here. It doesn't seem like she's looking at it on purpose, instead staring at the actual Break next to her, until the sound of all the weapons clashing draws her gaze back to the carnage.
Compared to how much she looked like she really did detest what was happening to the Break in the memory a few moments ago, she doesn't do as much as twitch at the sight of this now.
Ange is way too busy thinking, after all. Without having an idea what this Abyss is, she has to make guesses. A metaphor for hell? Perhaps something similar to it? Or a world on a different level than this one? The Chains, at least, don't sound too much different from demons or witches, though it seems weirdly more organized.
Indeed, there's so much she could say here. Comparisons she could draw to her world, even. But rather than speaking up on any of that, perhaps saving it for later, Ange stares at the situation that's still unfolding before her eyes. ]
You're in no state to fight. [ Even though she knows it won't change anything about the memory, she can't help but say it, especially as that Break pauses mid-step.
It feels like the easiest first thing to say in the face of all this information. Something factual. An observation - and an observation that has priority above others, considering how much Ange is actually occupied with the wellbeing of other people - no matter how much the girl would denied that, if she were to be pressed on it. ]
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Compared to how much she looked like she really did detest what was happening to the Break in the memory a few moments ago, she doesn't do as much as twitch at the sight of this now.
Ange is way too busy thinking, after all. Without having an idea what this Abyss is, she has to make guesses. A metaphor for hell? Perhaps something similar to it? Or a world on a different level than this one? The Chains, at least, don't sound too much different from demons or witches, though it seems weirdly more organized.
Indeed, there's so much she could say here. Comparisons she could draw to her world, even. But rather than speaking up on any of that, perhaps saving it for later, Ange stares at the situation that's still unfolding before her eyes. ]
You're in no state to fight. [ Even though she knows it won't change anything about the memory, she can't help but say it, especially as that Break pauses mid-step.
It feels like the easiest first thing to say in the face of all this information. Something factual. An observation - and an observation that has priority above others, considering how much Ange is actually occupied with the wellbeing of other people - no matter how much the girl would denied that, if she were to be pressed on it. ]
Yet you're still pushing yourself.