[ After stumbling around the maze and clanking his barrel on more mirrors than he’d care to admit, at last Juzo comes across another sign of life. A familiar face, even, though it’s clear pretty quickly that Marianne’s attention is elsewhere – on the reflection of herself. The reflection’s tone is quiet but in the near silence of this corner of the maze, he can’t help but overhear.
Monster, huh? He’s not so sure about that.
The reflection decides to take it literally, and it’s ultimately the scream that spurs Juzo into motion. He’s there before he realizes it, one arm wrapping around Marianne to pulls her to his chest as he puts himself between her and the creature. He stays like that a moment, stock-still waiting for the sound of shattering glass and the sting of claws digging into his back, but it never comes. The monster is confined to the mirror, at least for now.
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Monster, huh? He’s not so sure about that.
The reflection decides to take it literally, and it’s ultimately the scream that spurs Juzo into motion. He’s there before he realizes it, one arm wrapping around Marianne to pulls her to his chest as he puts himself between her and the creature. He stays like that a moment, stock-still waiting for the sound of shattering glass and the sting of claws digging into his back, but it never comes. The monster is confined to the mirror, at least for now.
He eases up a bit, looking down. ]
You okay?