[Makoto exited her room and entered the living room staring at the pictures in closer detail. No matter how many times she looked at it, she could only see the images of Futaba and her moogle lying dead or alive. The only thing that seems to determine whether or not she will survive this figure was the presence of others to protect her.]
[Makoto was NOT going to let that happen.]
Futaba, I-- [She pauses. Was she acting on impulse again? The pictures upset her, she knew, but she also didn't want to overreact and cause her to feel estranged.]
[Still, there is no other thing to be said except:] I'm troubled.
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[Makoto was NOT going to let that happen.]
Futaba, I-- [She pauses. Was she acting on impulse again? The pictures upset her, she knew, but she also didn't want to overreact and cause her to feel estranged.]
[Still, there is no other thing to be said except:] I'm troubled.