[ The Tragedy was entirely unexpected. It seemed as if it were only yesterday that they were enjoying their peaceful, carefree days as high school students at Hope's Peak Academy, but now, those days have long since been lost. They were no longer students, but unwilling captives; the world outside was far too dangerous for them to leave, what with the killing and plundering and other horrific acts committed in the sake of despair, so they had no other choice but to reside in their school-turned-shelter until the disaster subsided.
However, Sayaka was beginning to believe that it wouldn't ever subside. In the beginning, she had hope; after all, there was no way that the authorities wouldn't be able to resolve the incident; but every passing day, every time she heard the chilling screams and the sounds of rapid gunfire coming from outside, her hope and belief that things would someday return to normal waned to the point that it was all but nonexistent.
Only a sliver remained, but it would be wrong of her to say that it was her own hope. No, it was the hope that one particular Naegi Makoto had instilled in her and continued to instill in her, even when she teetered dangerously between hope and despair, daring to fall into the latter's dark clutches at any given moment. It was him who always kept her from giving in completely to despair, and because of that, she felt as though just maybe she could keep believing that things would get better.
...But it's hard for her to believe that on her own, and that's why she finds herself knocking gently on Naegi's door, a bashful, almost shameful expression on her features while she waits outside for an answer. She feels guilty for constantly relying on him like this, and she wouldn't fault him for feeling frustrated with her, but...he's the only person Sayaka knows she can depend on. It isn't as though she dislikes the rest of their class, but there's something special about Naegi; there's always been, ever since their first year of junior high when she saw him rescue that crane, and it's a certain sort of specialness that she can't quite put her finger on.
...Or perhaps one that she won't quite put her finger on just yet. ] ...Naegi-kun? Are you in there?
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However, Sayaka was beginning to believe that it wouldn't ever subside. In the beginning, she had hope; after all, there was no way that the authorities wouldn't be able to resolve the incident; but every passing day, every time she heard the chilling screams and the sounds of rapid gunfire coming from outside, her hope and belief that things would someday return to normal waned to the point that it was all but nonexistent.
Only a sliver remained, but it would be wrong of her to say that it was her own hope. No, it was the hope that one particular Naegi Makoto had instilled in her and continued to instill in her, even when she teetered dangerously between hope and despair, daring to fall into the latter's dark clutches at any given moment. It was him who always kept her from giving in completely to despair, and because of that, she felt as though just maybe she could keep believing that things would get better.
...But it's hard for her to believe that on her own, and that's why she finds herself knocking gently on Naegi's door, a bashful, almost shameful expression on her features while she waits outside for an answer. She feels guilty for constantly relying on him like this, and she wouldn't fault him for feeling frustrated with her, but...he's the only person Sayaka knows she can depend on. It isn't as though she dislikes the rest of their class, but there's something special about Naegi; there's always been, ever since their first year of junior high when she saw him rescue that crane, and it's a certain sort of specialness that she can't quite put her finger on.
...Or perhaps one that she won't quite put her finger on just yet. ] ...Naegi-kun? Are you in there?