[Ibuki shakes her head with that, a little dismissively.]
Nah, it's okay. It sounds totally unbelievable, right? That someone like Ibuki could just up and snap like that. But, um...
It was... a girl. Junko Enoshima. She was the Ultimate Fashionista, I think? Ibuki doesn't really know what she did to the reserve course, but what she did to us...
[She trails off, here, actually... thinking about it again. Remembering it, as clear as day. Seeing their friend up on that big, wrap-around screen, tormented and struggling just to get back to all of them - only to die horrifically.
... She actually seems to zone out for a moment, staring at the grass with a deeply concerning look; something between a mix of heavy thought and fear. It's really out of place on the face of the usually bubbly and cheerful Ibuki.]
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Nah, it's okay. It sounds totally unbelievable, right? That someone like Ibuki could just up and snap like that.
But, um...
It was... a girl. Junko Enoshima. She was the Ultimate Fashionista, I think? Ibuki doesn't really know what she did to the reserve course, but what she did to us...
[She trails off, here, actually... thinking about it again. Remembering it, as clear as day.
Seeing their friend up on that big, wrap-around screen, tormented and struggling just to get back to all of them - only to die horrifically.
... She actually seems to zone out for a moment, staring at the grass with a deeply concerning look; something between a mix of heavy thought and fear.
It's really out of place on the face of the usually bubbly and cheerful Ibuki.]