[Getting closer to the corpse- even from behind- has Garry feel nauseous. This is what every single horror movie warns you about, he's positive. Yet somehow he manages to keep his feet moving. In the end... He guesses it's not really if he's scared or not that's important. After all, aren't all these other people running around scared?]
[And.... His god is very much not scared, but instead of that being a reassurance, it makes Garry want to fuss more. Luck is a usually thought of as a good thing, but he's pretty sure it's more fickle- just like Komaeda is always talking about good and bad luck. His god seems so very confident in that luck of his.... Overconfident, Garry wants to say, although he knows that a god surely must be that way for a good reason. Or maybe even apathetic? He couldn't say for sure, only that he has to wonder how much value Komaeda places in his own life...]
[It makes him worry. Perhaps it's because he's dead that he values Komaeda's life more than he himself seems to. All Garry knows is that he wants to protect his god, keep him alive and well, and, in a way, their complete opposite approach to things like fear almost feels as if that's one of the ways of doing that. Maybe, together, they can find some sort of equal balance. Is that what it means to be a shinki and god partnership?]
[Who knows. All the Garry knows is that watching that lipless mouth kiss his god's hand is GROSS GROSS GROSS, and the horrified squeaky sound that comes out of him would be hilarious if not for the situation. Or maybe it's still hilarious. What might be a little more surprising is how his hand suddenly shoots out, firmly shoving the corpse's head away.]
[There is a disturbing cracking noise, and Garry makes a choked sound in the back of his throat.]
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[And.... His god is very much not scared, but instead of that being a reassurance, it makes Garry want to fuss more. Luck is a usually thought of as a good thing, but he's pretty sure it's more fickle- just like Komaeda is always talking about good and bad luck. His god seems so very confident in that luck of his.... Overconfident, Garry wants to say, although he knows that a god surely must be that way for a good reason. Or maybe even apathetic? He couldn't say for sure, only that he has to wonder how much value Komaeda places in his own life...]
[It makes him worry. Perhaps it's because he's dead that he values Komaeda's life more than he himself seems to. All Garry knows is that he wants to protect his god, keep him alive and well, and, in a way, their complete opposite approach to things like fear almost feels as if that's one of the ways of doing that. Maybe, together, they can find some sort of equal balance. Is that what it means to be a shinki and god partnership?]
[Who knows. All the Garry knows is that watching that lipless mouth kiss his god's hand is GROSS GROSS GROSS, and the horrified squeaky sound that comes out of him would be hilarious if not for the situation. Or maybe it's still hilarious. What might be a little more surprising is how his hand suddenly shoots out, firmly shoving the corpse's head away.]
[There is a disturbing cracking noise, and Garry makes a choked sound in the back of his throat.]
Why did it have to be corpses!?