[a lot of this isn't really anything new to Ange. both in terms of the cruelty and torture involved, but also in terms of being aware of how these games went. she's read all about it before, spectated it herself...
but there is something different now. something about reliving it from a first person perspective... even without being the direct victim. the full awareness that what your eyes are seeing is real, that these people are being murdered over and over again in the most grotesque ways and there is little you can do to stop it. the sheer rawness of it all.
the first memory alone is enough for Ange to end up crouching on the floor, emptying her stomach and crying. she barely has any time to recover, the rest of it continues to play in her mind and all she can do is cry at the horror of seeing her family hurt each other like this, both physically and emotionally. by the time the EVA-Beatrice memory comes into play there's really nothing left for her to throw up, but her body doesn't care. it's just water now... water coming out of her mouth, out of her eyes that won't stop crying, out of her pores that cannot stop sweating both because of the adrenaline and the physical exertion...
and then... finally, the impending awareness of her aunt's true death.
she has to keep going. she knows it's useless to stay here crying like a little girl, but she'll also need a few minutes to regain her strength, after this.
for now, she's going to remain crouched on the floor... trying to get her breathing back in control before she ends up hyperventilating as well.
she weakly reaches for the sheet again to wipe her face with it, which may or may not be a good idea, but she's too spent to care at the moment.]
cw: emeto
but there is something different now. something about reliving it from a first person perspective... even without being the direct victim. the full awareness that what your eyes are seeing is real, that these people are being murdered over and over again in the most grotesque ways and there is little you can do to stop it. the sheer rawness of it all.
the first memory alone is enough for Ange to end up crouching on the floor, emptying her stomach and crying. she barely has any time to recover, the rest of it continues to play in her mind and all she can do is cry at the horror of seeing her family hurt each other like this, both physically and emotionally. by the time the EVA-Beatrice memory comes into play there's really nothing left for her to throw up, but her body doesn't care. it's just water now... water coming out of her mouth, out of her eyes that won't stop crying, out of her pores that cannot stop sweating both because of the adrenaline and the physical exertion...
and then... finally, the impending awareness of her aunt's true death.
she has to keep going. she knows it's useless to stay here crying like a little girl, but she'll also need a few minutes to regain her strength, after this.
for now, she's going to remain crouched on the floor... trying to get her breathing back in control before she ends up hyperventilating as well.
she weakly reaches for the sheet again to wipe her face with it, which may or may not be a good idea, but she's too spent to care at the moment.]