[Well, you can't say he didn't try at least. Even if it was ultimately pointless and, deep down, he probably knew that much. He has no idea what the fuck is going on but it's obvious to him now that his theory about the VIPs being blackmailed was way off the mark. There's something much, much worse at work here. Otherwise Ibuki of all people wouldn't be doing this to him. And she wouldn't be fucking friendship monologuing at him before beating his head in.]
[Too bad he's not going to get the chance to tell everyone else. This game is just funny like that.]
You... th-that doesn't... Wh-- [Exactly what Kuzuryuu was going to say next, nobody will ever know. Apparently Ibuki's confession was enough to drop his probable dodge count down to zero. He stands rooted to the spot, unable to move or properly articulate anything due to the sheer nonsensicality of what he's hearing and seeing. It would be so much better if he could just write Ibuki off as having gone off the deep end, like maybe they'd somehow managed to infect her with the Despair Disease or something. But that clearly isn't the case. Whatever this is, it's completely different, and about a hundred times more horrifying.]
[Kuzuryuu's last thought as the guitar makes contact with a loud, wet, cracking sound, is of a certain silver-haired someone who is going to be very upset come tomorrow morning. He doesn't get the chance to say it out loud, but the words "I'm sorry" definitely come to mind along with the mental image of one Peko Pekoyama. Not that it matters. She wouldn't have been able to hear him anyway. It's not just her he owes that apology to though. It's all four of his classmates. Because he's definitely not going to be able to do anything to get the four of them out in this state, something he'd promised himself from the moment the rules went up. Somehow, it's almost worse that he's breaking a promise he never even vocalized to the people it was about.]
[Ibuki's free to hit him as many times as he wants/can before he inevitably falls to the ground, but it won't matter. One hit was enough to snuff the light out of his eye permanently.]
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[Too bad he's not going to get the chance to tell everyone else. This game is just funny like that.]
You... th-that doesn't... Wh-- [Exactly what Kuzuryuu was going to say next, nobody will ever know. Apparently Ibuki's confession was enough to drop his probable dodge count down to zero. He stands rooted to the spot, unable to move or properly articulate anything due to the sheer nonsensicality of what he's hearing and seeing. It would be so much better if he could just write Ibuki off as having gone off the deep end, like maybe they'd somehow managed to infect her with the Despair Disease or something. But that clearly isn't the case. Whatever this is, it's completely different, and about a hundred times more horrifying.]
[Kuzuryuu's last thought as the guitar makes contact with a loud, wet, cracking sound, is of a certain silver-haired someone who is going to be very upset come tomorrow morning. He doesn't get the chance to say it out loud, but the words "I'm sorry" definitely come to mind along with the mental image of one Peko Pekoyama. Not that it matters. She wouldn't have been able to hear him anyway. It's not just her he owes that apology to though. It's all four of his classmates. Because he's definitely not going to be able to do anything to get the four of them out in this state, something he'd promised himself from the moment the rules went up. Somehow, it's almost worse that he's breaking a promise he never even vocalized to the people it was about.]
[Ibuki's free to hit him as many times as he wants/can before he inevitably falls to the ground, but it won't matter. One hit was enough to snuff the light out of his eye permanently.]