[ It's not when he talks to her heart directly that something changes. It's a moment before. When he doesn't retreat -- when he steps in, instead -- he'll find that the dimness in his vision fades. That he can see everything in full color and brightness -- even, maybe perhaps especially, the ugliest things.
Ultimately, the reward for his bravery is an awful one: blood leaking from the walls, writing only one word, over and over and over and over and over: NOOOOO
Vriska, meanwhile, is trying to tug herself from his grip. ]
Stop! I -- stop!
[ It seems like he's onto something -- and that, whatever he's onto, Vriska's rejecting it even harder than the idea of dying. ]
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Ultimately, the reward for his bravery is an awful one: blood leaking from the walls, writing only one word, over and over and over and over and over: NOOOOO
Vriska, meanwhile, is trying to tug herself from his grip. ]
Stop! I -- stop!
[ It seems like he's onto something -- and that, whatever he's onto, Vriska's rejecting it even harder than the idea of dying. ]