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are you getting a vibe?

... so that's how it works.

i've never been so happy to see you.

how could you possibly have survived?

i promised myself i wouldn't cry.

i'd recommend 24 hours isolation from light.

i'll take care of it all.

welcome to the future. let's change it, shall we?

i don't want to watch any more of that.

i know it's hard, NAME, but it's right there in front of us.

innocent people don't run.

looks like something heavy was dragged through here.

this place just gets more interesting every day.

really? that's your first thought?

nothing like a little 'war of the worlds' to put a toddler to sleep.

i'll explain when i get there.

... here? you're coming to LOCATION?

how do you not have jet lag?

no, that'd be like shooting off a big red flare.

there's no reason for me not to get my groove on.

you don't look like much of a threat to me.

i thought you might be trouble, coming in late.

the best place to hide is right out in the open.

i didn't think anyone was still here.

i seem to have left my ITEM here.

why call when i can fly 5,000 miles ... in coach!

i needed to talk to someone who knows me.

do you plan on running for the rest of your life? — because that's what it's going to take to get me off of your back.

i think i can take the risk. don't make me regret it.

will there ever come a time where you do as you are told?

perhaps you'd like to tell me why you're ransacking my home.

i thought english people were supposed to be polite.

don't they all turn on you eventually? men.

you've really held onto some anger.

that explains why my head still hurts.

don't speculate about things of which you know nothing.

the world was a different place.

do all your dates work out this way?

i'll admit it ... i thought she was hot.

in this job, there's no such thing as 'no such thing'.

are you alright? i thought you were supposed to be in the hospital.

you don't remember. you've been having lapses, blackouts.

you tried to kill me.

i can either run or lecture, i can't do both.

when do i get one of those?

do not deviate one iota from what i'm about to tell you.

this place is full of booby traps.

if you're gonna grab me like that, i need some sweet talk.

it should be me driving right now!

all said and done, that wasn't terribly difficult.

so a long way to go for nothing, eh, NAME?

i'm disappointed, but not surprised.

i wanted you to see what i saw.

all this time i thought i knew the truth. i'm sorry, NAME.

if anybody should be shellshocked, it should be me.

you? YOU were the victim?

go easy. we've all been through a lot.

thanks... for coming after me.

okay, why is everyone hugging all the time around here?

you're gonna have to chase me.

how do we navigate once we're in there?

i've been thinking about this for a very long time.

why on earth would you do that?

so NAME... NAME's cute.

we've seen stranger things.

since i knew what to look for, it wasn't hard to find a pattern.

something you'd like to share?

that only makes me more curious.

i appreciate the advice, but can we just get back to work?

just try not to be 12 years old, okay?

NAME? NAME, what's happening?

it just happened, it was like a nightmare. i couldn't help.

i couldn't help, i had to just stand there and watch.

that's easier said than done.

i'm gonna say yes, you're gonna say no, but i'm right.

no, i meant for me. black, no sugar.

i'm here to take your pictures. ready to be beautiful?

what did NAME ever do to you?

relax, NAME, you'll get wrinkles.

it's like a game of gay clue.

explain to me again why i'm doing this and you're cowering 10 feet away.

it's more like a pie - slash - coffee ... summit.

just... you know, be yourself.

i guess i've just had too much caffeine today.

how many of these things can you drink, anyways?

why all the questions about my past?

i was wondering if you had any sisterly advice.

you know, i'm always amazed at the correlation between being beautiful and being a complete bitch.

with one look, i could stop a war. or start one.

when i'm out there, i tear out my soul and offer it up for everyone to see.

sounds to me like you're glad she's dead.

i'm just curious about the people i work with.

i wonder if the next girl will ask what happened to you.

you've got a pretty whacked-out definition of hurt.

they could afford to pay.

they're the good ones, not legal here yet.

you're gonna go home, and you're gonna call in sick.

i couldn't believe it when you finally called.

what kind of advice is 'be yourself'?

are you decent? you know what, screw it, i'm coming in.

don't you dare laugh.

i don't want you to go out there.

what? no fight, no argument?

you don't ever listen to me.

i'm not the pretty one.

i can't say it to the back of your head either.

NAME, you are a stunningly beautiful woman.

wait a minute, i came here to talk you out of it!

you are gonna tell me EVERYTHING.

i hope it hurt, like you've hurt me.

well, can i interest you in ... staying alive?

you've been peddling a second chance at life.

lay off, we might need this guy.

do you doubt that my friend wants to beat you to death?

the doctors say you're doing great.

i'm not giving up on you, don't you give up.

you and i, we're never gonna happen.

everything i did was for you.

how many innocent lives has your vitality cost?

i'm so glad to see you looking like the old you.

you didn't make me a trainwreck.

i hate that, don't use that word– 'cute'.

stop trying to confuse me!

guess how many croissants i shoved into my mouth?

should i have worn something more business suit-ey?

how'd it go with the police?

you would've done something, stayed calm at least. i totally freaked out.

i know what it's like to do good work and no one notices.

you think i'm involved? you're out of your mind.

pressure is good. it makes you win.

you seem kind of new at this.

if i need anything, i'll circle back.

i'm sorry you had to come all the way to LOCATION just for this.

i place myself in your hands.

maybe i'm wrong, but ... are NAME and NAME sitting in a tree?

instinct is just a fancy way of saying i've done this 1,000 times.

human beings are predictable. people rarely surprise you.

it seems we're forever destined to meet at gunpoint.

you are going back to prison.

the brain requires ... oxygen to ... speak.

i'm not a killer.

he would have quite happily killed all of you.

did you just happen to show up?

if you didn't believe me just a little, you would've shot me by now.

he can't find you in here. he hasn't met me yet.

dialogue prompts from the eyes & the impossible by dave eggers.

you have not seen me. not possible.

i stared straight into a solar eclipse and nothing happened.

the owls are unreliable. they make up things.

don't screw it up.

are you coming, or what?

the obvious reasons are so often wrong.

when your body tells you to go, it is imperative that you go.

how did i let that happen?

we all have weaknesses.

god is the sun. clouds are her messengers. rain is only rain.

you are so good at recognizing the obvious.

are you coming, or what?

how did you get caught?

i'm just glad you're safe.

do you want to spend the night here?

i'm so sorry you went through what you did.

maybe it'll be okay.

do not linger where you are not expected.

i was thinking about the strangeness of salvation.

i'm a hostage in my own home.

the unseen are uniquely free.

no help is simple, because no one being helped is simple.

if we expect life to be complicated, and life is complicated, then life is simple, right?

the point is, i care about you.

there are photos everywhere of you.

dog sweaters are demented and unnatural.

you're putting yourself in some serious danger, and i'm saying that as your friend.

i'm sorry to put you through all of this.

i should have known.

i'm proud of you.

you were born to be _____.

i can tell you have news.

you can see me?

you have a beautiful voice.

you're up early. any special reason?

i rarely sleep in the same place twice.

you ask very good questions.

is it okay that i called you a friend?

everyone has a role to play.

you'll do anything to avoid being alone.

we have every faith in you.

now would be the appropriate time to offer some encouragement.

i was angry. i was so angry with you.

how will i live with this?

i only bite for justice.

humans, bless them. they try.

it's beyond anything i could have imagined.

we've already done the hard part.

we didn't think we'd get this far.

it would be pretty good not to die.

he’d been incredibly clear with yukako to the point where he almost felt like he’d missed the entire point of being her role-model! being mysteriously flashy, and leave crumbs for her to follow like a mouse, of course. the what wasn’t a question, per se, but more so a harsh reality check for her. a vocal thrashing, a verbal smack— a warning notice, painted in bold, red lettering.

“. . . go. . . ahead?” if another tumbleweed could roll by, that would definitely be welcomed. a tired-looking merchant almost drops the crate he was carrying to stop and look— a mother and her child pause dead in their tracks to simply stand and stare— a pair of young men cease their relentless chattering just to spectate whatever was about to go down but a couple of feet away from them. the town’s main road, which they were currently standing smack dab in the middle of was full of people, just… observing the spectacle.

and what a grandiose spectacle were they about to assist to.

“I’M SAYING THAT TO YOU!!! YOU GOTTA BE IN FRONT, YAMAGISHI!! YOU, NOT ME!!!” shouting that serves to pretty much alert even the birds as they flew overhead of what was going down on the ground. his stunning looks and undeniable charm gave way to a grimace worth of an oni portrait, large and intimidating in ways not even shinazugawa could possibly embody, and it stayed there until his tsuguko waltzed her way in front of him. as he’d told her. twice already.

a pause follows, as after a couple of gasps from the crowd and the occasional muttering, tengen calms down, takes a deep breath, and finally allows himself to smooth out the issue between him, and yukako.

“that’s much better. more than alright. now,” a cough, two— to clear his voice from the raucous shouting display from before, and turning to the onlookers, bright-eyed and dazzling as always. “poor people from this unknown village, my darling tsuguko here has a couple of choice words to reassure you of your permanent safety against the impending threat of the demons lying in wait within the abandoned building in the woods.”

looking down, tengen nudges her with a nod of his head.

Jerking her head forward, she goes ahead.

When they finally become swallowed by an inescapable throng of people, Uzui clears his throat with all the ceremony of a man preparing to command a stage with a speech. Right. That was what they all were about to listen to. His speech. That's what was implied, right? The speech that he was delivering? So why, in the span of a single horrifying realization, does it suddenly seem like she's the one expected to hearten the people instead of him? “ M-Me? ” Her face freezes in open shock, though even that barely scratches the surface of the panic detonating beneath it. Stunned, her violet eyes flash to him and then immediately to the crowd to check whether anyone's noticed her reaction. (...) Why on Earth did she even do that?! They definitely have! Her lack of preparation is painfully visible!!

Fussing with imaginary imperfections in her uniform, Yukako smooths nonexistent wrinkles and presses down phantom bumps with restless hands. It's a futile attempt to look composed, but the frantic little motions only betray her anxiety further.

what matters is that the olive branch he had extended towards her is taken. (though he's fightin' with a small urge to comment on that 'if it works better for you' remark. but if he starts now, it'll never end between them, will it?) “ just what i wanted to hear. we're startin' from scratch now, so try and lock in, 'kay? ” well… that aforementioned urge wins yet again. just a little.

another volleyball is taken from their cart of dwindling supply. it's the heaviness against all ten of his fingers that he's most familiar with, the same shape and texture that he knows by heart. standing here on the court is a feeling you just can't top, and yukako's a challenge he's not backing down from. because at the all-japan youth camp, you either prove your worth or get knocked out the way.

Having finished their mock game, she was roaming the building with a some girl from Kanagawa for a vending machine. In the middle of their conversation, she mentioned that the boys' court was just around the corner. She herself had zero interest in seeing what they were up to, but the other girl did, and abandoning her over something so harmless felt... mean. Tagging along against her better judgment, the both of them were leaning against the double doors to take a peek inside when her loose(!) door swung inward and she crashed(!!) into the court. When she whipped around to her supposed accomplice, the girl vanished, a dotted outline blinking where she was.

That humiliating accident led Yukako to this even more humiliating moment of looking terrible at a sport she was literally scouted for— all because the net's raised a little too high, because the ball's a little too heavy. As if the universe hasn't already stacked enough obstacles in her path, now, @reunion is just poised enough to hit her with another infuriatingly patronizing comment before running to get another ball.

Sinking into a low stance with her weight balanced on the balls of her feet, the gym hums with the echoes of sneakers squeaking and Mikasa balls hitting the hardwood. There's so many sources of sound, but she's zeroing in Atsumu's footsteps as he jogs back, a new ball tucked under his arm. He doesn't waste any time to settle into his setter's rhythm, tossing the ball into a high arc that hangs in the air: timed so perfectly that it makes her forget that she's miffed with that Kanagawa girl, with him. Arms swinging back as she rushes to meet the ball, she soars upward, her legs coiling and unloading with extra force to clear the net that's been mocking her all afternoon.

The ball is heavy and dense against her palm and Yukako snaps her wrist through it, whipping her arm down like she's trying to drive it through the floorboards. Victory floods through her before her feet can even kiss the floor as the impact, for the first time, clears the net and slams into the opposite side of the court. There's a beloved sting radiating across her palm that's only a bit hurtful: it's proof, it's triumph! It's the kind of ache that makes the success taste sweeter, and she lets herself drop to one knee and her hands curl into fists. “ Finally!! ” The word stretches out into a shouted wheeze that borders on a laugh.