Who told you so, dilly dilly, Who told you so? ‘Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so.
ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
Perhaps that's why this bonding is so...aggressive.
Because you're in for quite the shock on this otherwise peaceful day when you brush against the next person on your path.
Maybe you're going out of your way to touch people. Maybe you've got a terrible urge to just see what's lurking in someone's heart. Maybe you trip over a conveniently placed rock -- whatever the cause, you're getting an up close and personal look into someone else's heart.
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[The obvious is only obvious if you're not actively trying to avoid the thought. Prompto twitches when she makes her "joke," despite her heart's efforts to calm him, to keep him from seeing it all too closely. He's not fond of the dark, of being unable to see what's coming, even if it's scary. He's even less fond of his friends getting hurt. Sacrificing themselves. That Vriska's suggesting killing her as the literal way out doesn't even occur to him.
When she's close enough, he reaches out, closing shaky fingers around her wrist.]
Do we have to fight the spider?
[He's scared, but he's been scared before. He knows how to work with his own terror, to accept it so he can fight monsters without fighting himself, too.]
Prompto. [ his name has a different color when she says it now, heavy and gray.
Vriska glances around, searching the walls. She remembers forcing Tavros to scrawl all over this stone in first her blood, then his. All of this blood, though... ]
Listen, [ she tries, but she's suddenly so tired, and his fingers are so warm on her cold skin. ]
I don't know if you're being obtuse or you really don't get what's going on here, so I'll just spell it out. You have to kill me. That dinky spear is not for fighting... [ she glances up, huffing a humorless laugh. ] Her.
[He shakes his head and starts to shift his weight back, like he'd retreat, but then he firms his grip and steps in instead, shaking his head again more firmly.]
No way. That's, that's beyond messed up, Vris. There's no way that's right.
[Still holding her arm, he raises his face and voice to the cave walls, to the spider lusus, to the entire setup.]
Hey! Hey, Vriska's heart? That's not the answer, right? You--you can't want that!
[ 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. ]
[Vriska pulls, his fingers tighten reflexively, the bloody horror flashes into stark relief (why is it called relief when it's so far from relieving?) before his eyes, and tugged in all directions by her resistance and his own panic and revulsion, Prompto trips and brings them both crashing down onto the rope and stone.
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ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
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When she's close enough, he reaches out, closing shaky fingers around her wrist.]
Do we have to fight the spider?
[He's scared, but he's been scared before. He knows how to work with his own terror, to accept it so he can fight monsters without fighting himself, too.]
I wasn't ever really good with polearms...
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Vriska glances around, searching the walls. She remembers forcing Tavros to scrawl all over this stone in first her blood, then his. All of this blood, though... ]
Listen, [ she tries, but she's suddenly so tired, and his fingers are so warm on her cold skin. ]
I don't know if you're being obtuse or you really don't get what's going on here, so I'll just spell it out. You have to kill me. That dinky spear is not for fighting... [ she glances up, huffing a humorless laugh. ] Her.
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[He shakes his head and starts to shift his weight back, like he'd retreat, but then he firms his grip and steps in instead, shaking his head again more firmly.]
No way. That's, that's beyond messed up, Vris. There's no way that's right.
[Still holding her arm, he raises his face and voice to the cave walls, to the spider lusus, to the entire setup.]
Hey! Hey, Vriska's heart? That's not the answer, right? You--you can't want that!
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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. ]
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[Vriska pulls, his fingers tighten reflexively, the bloody horror flashes into stark relief (why is it called relief when it's so far from relieving?) before his eyes, and tugged in all directions by her resistance and his own panic and revulsion, Prompto trips and brings them both crashing down onto the rope and stone.
And he's still holding onto her.]
Aaah, what's happening?