(Honestly, he stops writing towards the end, his pen tripping over the paper and stopping right at the end of the only other complete sentence in the message.
He manages to continue writing, his script practically illegible lines to catch up with her but when it's all finished. When everything is written down in front of him, he's staring at the message, eyes wide and fixated on a certain point.
"Don't trust Hilda")
Why... would he say this...?
(His voice is quiet, tense as he tries to keep it level.)
[Yeah, that's... about what she expected. She quietly lowers her phone to check over his writing, wincing at how broken it gets.]
I... don't know. I really don't. But the fact that he wouldn't put a reason why, even a little bit... it's not like him.
It's why I wanted to show you. I... know Hilda-chan is really important. So maybe...
[...]
Maybe she just... has something she can't say right now. Or something different we can't know about. Maybe Schwann knows, or thinks he knows. I... don't know.
All I know is that... that I don't want to use this letter as a reason for anyone to do anything to her.
The words keep repeating. There's a whole message and this is the part he seems to be stuck on right now. He tries to read the other words. Even with the parts missing, the message seems clear enough and those... also hit him.
One arrow.
Another.
Just another hit at his heart and he lets out a short, broken laugh.)
Haaah... I wonder what they know. (The dead. If they're watching. If they're trying to speak to them.) The dead aren't supposed to speak.
(But if they can... who else are they talking to? What else are they saying? Aaah, it's funny how haunted everything is.)
She's not the only one. (With things she can't say.) Hey, Hikaru.
Thanks for showing me this but... can you leave now? We can talk later... but we have other things to focus on like the trial.
She carefully lifts her own little finger, hooking it around his and bobbing their hands.]
I won't tell. I promise I won't.
[She grabs her PHS, quickly lifting to her feet and casting more than one glance behind her as she heads for the door and makes sure its locked behind her.
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He manages to continue writing, his script practically illegible lines to catch up with her but when it's all finished. When everything is written down in front of him, he's staring at the message, eyes wide and fixated on a certain point.
"Don't trust Hilda")
Why... would he say this...?
(His voice is quiet, tense as he tries to keep it level.)
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I... don't know. I really don't. But the fact that he wouldn't put a reason why, even a little bit... it's not like him.
It's why I wanted to show you. I... know Hilda-chan is really important. So maybe...
[...]
Maybe she just... has something she can't say right now. Or something different we can't know about. Maybe Schwann knows, or thinks he knows. I... don't know.
All I know is that... that I don't want to use this letter as a reason for anyone to do anything to her.
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Don't trust Hilda
The words keep repeating. There's a whole message and this is the part he seems to be stuck on right now. He tries to read the other words. Even with the parts missing, the message seems clear enough and those... also hit him.
One arrow.
Another.
Just another hit at his heart and he lets out a short, broken laugh.)
Haaah... I wonder what they know. (The dead. If they're watching. If they're trying to speak to them.) The dead aren't supposed to speak.
(But if they can... who else are they talking to? What else are they saying? Aaah, it's funny how haunted everything is.)
She's not the only one. (With things she can't say.) Hey, Hikaru.
Thanks for showing me this but... can you leave now? We can talk later... but we have other things to focus on like the trial.
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...Leave? [already? But his voice is broken, and so is his smile, and she wants to reach out but she knows he's going to pull away...
...]
Um.. yeah. Yeah, I can... I can go, but...
[...]
I'm gonna come find you later, okay? Even if you can't talk... I can come anyway.
I don't want you to feel alone, Nii-chan.
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(Leave.)
We'll talk later. (And even if his hand feels heavy (so, so heavy) he holds it up, pinky out,) I promise.
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...
She carefully lifts her own little finger, hooking it around his and bobbing their hands.]
I won't tell. I promise I won't.
[She grabs her PHS, quickly lifting to her feet and casting more than one glance behind her as she heads for the door and makes sure its locked behind her.
Claudd... what in the world was even happening?]