[He must have reached for her, and it's strange because being that it was an augmented reality, none of what was in it should have been able to affect the true reality once it was reset. He chalks it up to psychosomatics, then, that the sudden shift in the capacity of his condo from the augment to the truth caused just enough of a rift in something that it sliced open his palm as if on a piece of shattered glass.]
[He drops to his knees unceremoniously in the doorway, and like everything else in his condo, he's just strangely still.]
[Eventually his palm itches, and he raises it to turn it outward and scratch the source, not stunned enough by the gash across it or the stark pool of crimson. His voice is extremely hollow.] ...Kurusu, there's a first aid kit in the cabinet behind the bathroom mirror, I'll need you to bring it to me.
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[He drops to his knees unceremoniously in the doorway, and like everything else in his condo, he's just strangely still.]
[Eventually his palm itches, and he raises it to turn it outward and scratch the source, not stunned enough by the gash across it or the stark pool of crimson. His voice is extremely hollow.] ...Kurusu, there's a first aid kit in the cabinet behind the bathroom mirror, I'll need you to bring it to me.