Breathe, breathe, breathe. Don't think about it. Don't feel. Don't remember the spears, her laughter distorted through the speakers, the screams of her classmates-- she shook her head quickly, nails digging into her scalp. Breathe. Empty and calm and cold. Slowly, her composure returned, her shaking leveled off to occasional small tremors and she didn't feel like she was about to collapse at any second.

She swiped at her eyes with the back of one hand and straightened up, taking in a long, measured breath. "Sorry," she murmured, voice flat and numb again as usual. As it should be. "I... I'm ready." As ready as she'd ever be, to explore this purgatory. She was honestly surprised Nanami had bothered to wait for her, wreck that she was.