[She can tell that he's not buying it, but she doesn't really know what to do about that except try to sell it harder. She puts on some amusement at his introduction.] I'm Sayori! Don't worry about it, ehehe~
[As much as she doesn't want to look at the tree again, he's asking her a question, and refusing to look at it will just make it more obvious that it's upsetting her. So she lifts her cheek out of her hand and peers that way again, this time with Phoenix's question in mind.
Do you have any idea? he asked. Does she have any idea, she asks herself?
Her smile falters, and the tips of her fingers find her neck in a subconscious motion. They brush slightly raised skin — scars?] ...they look like glitches. Like a computer, or a—
[This is familiar. She knows this, she does, and she knows it with a sinking feeling. Her voice is quiet, thoughtful, but not outwardly troubled.] —a video game or something.
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[As much as she doesn't want to look at the tree again, he's asking her a question, and refusing to look at it will just make it more obvious that it's upsetting her. So she lifts her cheek out of her hand and peers that way again, this time with Phoenix's question in mind.
Do you have any idea? he asked. Does she have any idea, she asks herself?
Her smile falters, and the tips of her fingers find her neck in a subconscious motion. They brush slightly raised skin — scars?] ...they look like glitches. Like a computer, or a—
[This is familiar. She knows this, she does, and she knows it with a sinking feeling. Her voice is quiet, thoughtful, but not outwardly troubled.] —a video game or something.