[ More of the things lay hands on her, creating cacophony of conflicting emotions and pain. Each of the creatures representing a different fracture in Majima's perceptions. There is a deep well of overwhelming physical pain; a year of torture written into him. The emotional pain is a stinging mess of self-loathing and passion and grief and defiance and futility. An idealist being torn apart by the cold realities of his life. But still struggling.
They're doing the same thing to him, heightening what he already lives with daily, and he still kicks and curses. He raises his voice, shoving a few off of them and grabbing at the circle that has centered its attention on her, ]
Now, Juli, shoot 'em an' get out of here.
[ Close range shots should stun them long enough, he hopes. ]
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They're doing the same thing to him, heightening what he already lives with daily, and he still kicks and curses. He raises his voice, shoving a few off of them and grabbing at the circle that has centered its attention on her, ]
Now, Juli, shoot 'em an' get out of here.
[ Close range shots should stun them long enough, he hopes. ]