@despoilair
It was inevitable, the chance he would cross paths with the one whom was the destructive catalyst of his own world, the person who brought forth a wave of chaos and terrorism. Here, in this place, her appearance had yet to change. She was slender and tall, her cheekbones well-defined with sharp eyes adorning their peek, her hair as beautifully wild as always. He wondered vaguely how long she had been here -- weeks, years?
The sick feeling in his stomach felt tremendous, a swirl of comprehensible feeling and frustration. It was Her, she was the cause of so many terrible and unfortunate things -- yet she lived now, again, seeming almost insignificant in the mass of occupying people. However, it wasn’t as if he were underestimating the young woman, knowing full well what she could do with her snake of a tongue. They dubbed her the mastermind for a reason.
Naegi can feel the blood drain from his face and he knows he’s pale, hands trembling minutely at his sides. Living in the Hive long enough had given him the information he needed -- it was impossible to leave. It wasn’t the same as The Mutual Killing Game at all, as there wasn’t a motive to accept or a place to return to. This was an entirely different dimension and there was no way out. He absolutely must face her again.
❝ Enoshima-san, ❞ the brunette addressed her, voice low. Naegi’s conviction was incredibly tough. ❝ I expected you’d be here, too. ❞
He feels it then, the emotion that always gripped his heart and repeated the mantra of hope. Although the title itself was quite embarrassing in spoken context, it was hardly a lie, hardly something to be taken lightly. Naegi’s lungs fill with air and his eyes are hard as flint, dully reflecting the light of a near lamp post. The dusk surroundings were almost eerily quiet, and the only thing he could hear being his fluttering heartbeat.
The night would be long.