[There is so much he wants to say to that. Arguments, denials, emotional abuse, a small part actually longs to rip her tongue out so she can stop trying to reach him, but it only manifests in that usual aura shifting about in discontent.
Then she starts babbling about long numbers and he freezes completely, even down to that presence. Too busy pointedly staring elsewhere and following something else with his eyes. Just visual static, It's no longer Her anymore, but It tries, singing in a rasping voice about how long untranslatable numbers are beautiful. About how may seconds they had, She had, how many seconds the world itself has left, how it doesn't matter since it's not real anyway.
The glance back to Elaine is a bit late, a bit forced, and not entirely focused anymore. But hey, too much effort to torment her further means she gets away with just that single stab.]
『 AH, ELAINE? I'M NOT REALLY THAT FOND OF THINKING AT THE MOMENT. SOOOOO IF YOU HAD A POINT, SPIT IT OUT ALREADY. 』
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Then she starts babbling about long numbers and he freezes completely, even down to that presence. Too busy pointedly staring elsewhere and following something else with his eyes. Just visual static, It's no longer Her anymore, but It tries, singing in a rasping voice about how long untranslatable numbers are beautiful. About how may seconds they had, She had, how many seconds the world itself has left, how it doesn't matter since it's not real anyway.
The glance back to Elaine is a bit late, a bit forced, and not entirely focused anymore. But hey, too much effort to torment her further means she gets away with just that single stab.]
『 AH, ELAINE? I'M NOT REALLY THAT FOND OF THINKING AT THE MOMENT. SOOOOO IF YOU HAD A POINT, SPIT IT OUT ALREADY. 』