[ her throat aches when she finishes, and everything inside just feels... numb, except it still hurts, and she wishes it didn't, but Rise doesn't cry when she steps back from the last writhing horse, when the gunshot drowns out the music, when the music slowly twists itself down into silence and she's left standing there with a burned creature who showed mercy by killing.
In a sense, she feels the same way she did when she returned to Inaba, amplified by thirty. Too weary to force a smile, too sad to care, and once the carousel stops, she lowers her head and regards the floor with dark, dull eyes.
It's over. They're not hurting anymore, and it's that one fact that she holds onto. ]
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In a sense, she feels the same way she did when she returned to Inaba, amplified by thirty. Too weary to force a smile, too sad to care, and once the carousel stops, she lowers her head and regards the floor with dark, dull eyes.
It's over. They're not hurting anymore, and it's that one fact that she holds onto. ]