[ She puts a hand on Sayaka's shoulder, quietly; she doesn't say anything.
She doesn't know these people, but she forces herself to watch anyway, even if it pains her. These are the innocents who died because of this contest, these controllers.
The dull roar builds. She lets it. It is something ugly, and she is unused to it, not usually predisposed to anger; more to take upon herself the tasks that she believes should be done, for the sake of others, even if she is the only one that thinks that.
But she is angry now. Playing games with human lives; that's too close to what she's already experienced. ]
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She doesn't know these people, but she forces herself to watch anyway, even if it pains her. These are the innocents who died because of this contest, these controllers.
The dull roar builds. She lets it. It is something ugly, and she is unused to it, not usually predisposed to anger; more to take upon herself the tasks that she believes should be done, for the sake of others, even if she is the only one that thinks that.
But she is angry now. Playing games with human lives; that's too close to what she's already experienced. ]