( holy shit he's answering. mafuyu stares for a moment, eyes wide before she settles back to Tired (tm) again. the architect... and prisons weaved of death. ritual sacrifices? and when she sang for the animatronics... did she do something more for them? had her song resonated with that?
as she thinks, frowning ever so slightly, she holds him close. )
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as she thinks, frowning ever so slightly, she holds him close. )
Who did I free?
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I don't remember what happened while I was gone. I...
( is this fear? is this heavy, sickening chill she's felt from the moment she saw the hands in the water fear? she hates it.
she's scared. )