She gasps as the floor rattles, a cacophony of mechanism surrounding her, signifying that he's trying to box her in. This isn't right. This isn't real. Can't be real.
"Rush!" she tries again. She hauls herself up, forces herself to keep running. There's no open exit, but there's a grate and a white wall beyond it. She fires blue there, orange into a splash of white on the floor, darts through, and keeps running. "Rush, it's me! It's Asadi!"
She has to keep moving. He doesn't know himself. He's so far removed from himself he doesn't remember, she didn't remember.
She doesn't have time to think straight, to suss out what's actually happening here - she can only latch onto the fragments that this should not be happening, and keep running, portaling herself deeper and deeper into the proverbial abyss.
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"Rush!" she tries again. She hauls herself up, forces herself to keep running. There's no open exit, but there's a grate and a white wall beyond it. She fires blue there, orange into a splash of white on the floor, darts through, and keeps running. "Rush, it's me! It's Asadi!"
She has to keep moving. He doesn't know himself. He's so far removed from himself he doesn't remember, she didn't remember.
She doesn't have time to think straight, to suss out what's actually happening here - she can only latch onto the fragments that this should not be happening, and keep running, portaling herself deeper and deeper into the proverbial abyss.