[The thing is, she knows that even when they win (and they will win, she's sure of it,) she can't go home.
The thing is, she knows that her home was more like a prison than a home.
The thing is, she hasn't seen the clubroom in a long time — longer if she doesn't count the nightmare in Wonderland.
The thing is—
Sayori is writing. In one of the arcade's VR rooms, she's set up a simulation of the classroom that the Literature Club used, and she's sitting at a desk, writing. It seems like she's wearing her uniform, but that's part of the simulation too; enter the clubroom and you'll find yourself in a similar uniform. Either masculine or feminine as you prefer, and worn to suit your personal style. It fits even if you're an unusual size or shape compared to the average human.
She looks up and grins as you enter.] Hi! Welcome to the Literature Club!
[...and then her expression softens with wistfulness.] Well, not really. But this is where we used to meet! You can pull up a desk next to me if you want.
[The thing is, this might be her last chance to see the place that used to make her happiest.
So she takes that chance even though it's bittersweet, and even though it's almost comically depressing that it's a simulation.]
♥ happy thoughts in bottles (OTA) ♥
The thing is, she knows that her home was more like a prison than a home.
The thing is, she hasn't seen the clubroom in a long time — longer if she doesn't count the nightmare in Wonderland.
The thing is—
Sayori is writing. In one of the arcade's VR rooms, she's set up a simulation of the classroom that the Literature Club used, and she's sitting at a desk, writing. It seems like she's wearing her uniform, but that's part of the simulation too; enter the clubroom and you'll find yourself in a similar uniform. Either masculine or feminine as you prefer, and worn to suit your personal style. It fits even if you're an unusual size or shape compared to the average human.
She looks up and grins as you enter.] Hi! Welcome to the Literature Club!
[...and then her expression softens with wistfulness.] Well, not really. But this is where we used to meet! You can pull up a desk next to me if you want.
[The thing is, this might be her last chance to see the place that used to make her happiest.
So she takes that chance even though it's bittersweet, and even though it's almost comically depressing that it's a simulation.]