[The dark figures come as no surprise. They're demons fighting amongst themselves--
-- aren't they? Otonashi would be fine to leave them to their own devices if only they weren't drawing closer to the meager shelter he's attempting to scrape together. He swallows once, hard, and raises the sniper rifle. He pinches his damaged eye closed and looks through the scope, looking between the curled, monsterous-looking demons and the humanoid.
The darkness obscures their features, and his finger clutches at the trigger, ready but hesitant.]
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-- aren't they? Otonashi would be fine to leave them to their own devices if only they weren't drawing closer to the meager shelter he's attempting to scrape together. He swallows once, hard, and raises the sniper rifle. He pinches his damaged eye closed and looks through the scope, looking between the curled, monsterous-looking demons and the humanoid.
The darkness obscures their features, and his finger clutches at the trigger, ready but hesitant.]