[ He follows Satoru's gaze even before he speaks, and it's kind of hard to make out the words, with the proximity and the fact that they're upside down for him, but once he does—
His blood goes cold, heart dropping into his stomach, mind suddenly stuck. One of his hands whips up to cover the words, but they project through, inky black on the back of his palm.
It's not even true. It's...
And he needs to give Satoru an explanation before he misunderstands, but the words get stuck. ]
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[ He follows Satoru's gaze even before he speaks, and it's kind of hard to make out the words, with the proximity and the fact that they're upside down for him, but once he does—
His blood goes cold, heart dropping into his stomach, mind suddenly stuck. One of his hands whips up to cover the words, but they project through, inky black on the back of his palm.
It's not even true. It's...
And he needs to give Satoru an explanation before he misunderstands, but the words get stuck. ]