He's short of breath, like the air in his lungs is solidifying.
There's a soft laugh that makes Souji look up. He swears there was no one there when they stepped onto the platform, but he's there now. He is. Or a part of him, he guesses.
It's surreal, looking at his own Shadow. He's seen all the others, withholding judgment because no one can be all roses and rainbows and candy, everyone has something they're hiding, but he's never faced himself like this.
He doesn't look right though, and it's not just the yellow eyes. The left side of his face is hidden by a mask and the hole over his eye shows only blackness, no yellow glow. The arm on that side of his body is hidden by a sleeve that's much too long, though the rest of his clothes look the way they should. Souji doesn't know what that's about, but he's not giving it much thought just now.
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He's short of breath, like the air in his lungs is solidifying.
There's a soft laugh that makes Souji look up. He swears there was no one there when they stepped onto the platform, but he's there now. He is. Or a part of him, he guesses.
It's surreal, looking at his own Shadow. He's seen all the others, withholding judgment because no one can be all roses and rainbows and candy, everyone has something they're hiding, but he's never faced himself like this.
He doesn't look right though, and it's not just the yellow eyes. The left side of his face is hidden by a mask and the hole over his eye shows only blackness, no yellow glow. The arm on that side of his body is hidden by a sleeve that's much too long, though the rest of his clothes look the way they should. Souji doesn't know what that's about, but he's not giving it much thought just now.