[ When Ryou sinks to the ground, Nanami jumps to her feet and runs around the table to his side. There's some napkins on the table, left over from some prior meal - she grabs them and presses them on the wound, mopping up some of the blood and putting pressure on the wound.
The way death works here... she's gathered bits and pieces, but not heard it told this frankly, nor this viscerally. It feels like parts of her are freezing up or going numb, like she can't quite believe what she's hearing - but she listens. She listens to the horrors that have happened to Ryou and Atem and their friends, to the things that have been done to them. She can't quite process the emotions she's feeling, but there's an energy in her that... scares her. Something powerful, and angry.
She clamps it down, focuses on him, and tending to his wound. ]
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The way death works here... she's gathered bits and pieces, but not heard it told this frankly, nor this viscerally. It feels like parts of her are freezing up or going numb, like she can't quite believe what she's hearing - but she listens. She listens to the horrors that have happened to Ryou and Atem and their friends, to the things that have been done to them. She can't quite process the emotions she's feeling, but there's an energy in her that... scares her. Something powerful, and angry.
She clamps it down, focuses on him, and tending to his wound. ]
And... the others?