The game, anyway. Not their lives, alarmingly, suddenly, unexpectedly, despite having cried otherwise. Screamed at an audience who he shared with his apathy, utter disinterest in a show that turned human lives into spectacle of fireworks.
The last thing he remembers is standing with Harukawa, Yumeno, surrounded by raindrops of shattered glass from a sky that held them captive for so, so long. The beating of his heart in his chest, still racing as he was prepared to die. The sounds of a world who demanded entertainment– all echoed behind the icy glasses and even colder gaze of a girl…
Who was dead, crushed by the foundation of the world she’d created, ended so… anticlimactically. He remembers her corpse there, too, under a slab of rubble, nothing but blood and–
This place was surreal enough already. The– idea that he could live so peacefully after everything that’d happened. Being thrown here again makes his paranoia swell, wonder if something else is awaiting him. It’s almost like a dream, and–
It is a dream. It– can’t be anything other than a dream. Because how could it be reality, if the girl who’d bent it, if the girl who’d destroyed it, the girl who died in its clutches, denying it so vehemently to her very last breath is right here, before his very eyes?
“Shirogane-san.” She acts like it, too, and he narrows his eyes, instinctively stepping back. His voice is cold, laced thick with disgust. “What are you doing here? What is this? Is this another place that you and Team Danganronpa built?”
Well that was certainly going to make things interesting, wasn’t it? After all, she didn’t need to hold anything back now.
Shuuichi Saihara stands before her, one of her works, and she does have to say he turned out better than she could’ve hoped for. Then again, everyone went as she thought they would, or rather how she planned for them to go about during the killing game.
Even if he had started his development earlier than she thought he was going to, she can’t really complain too much. After all, everything had gone as she had hoped for.
Until that annoying, pain in the ass brat had decided to...
Saihara is oblivious to the thoughts that whirl in her head and it’s a good thing; she can’t decide whether she’s proud of him or whether she loathes him for ending what she had worked so hard to continue and keep going.
“Aw, is that any way to greet someone? We were friends at one point, weren’t we?”
Then again, she can understand, well not quite, but she can see why he’s mad at her, and Team Danganronpa by an extent. But really, it’s show business isn’t it? After all, she knows about the contract he signed (as well as everyone else, even if Amami had protested until he was forced to so he could receive the money they promised).
And if he thinks he knows her, he’s oh so wrong. Besides, she knows him better than he knows himself. Both of his selves.
“Honestly though, I’m just as plain confused as you about this place. It’s not something I or Team Danganronpa built, though I doubt you believe me.” Considering what had happened before hand he probably shouldn’t believe her.
“But I guess you know what happened before we got here, hmm? How you ended everything and all that?”