Chapter 130: Arc 4: Experience the Story - 8
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Arc 4: Experience the Story - 8
It has only been about half an hour since Yuri's tragic, accidental killing incident. The girl, visibly shaken, appears on the brink of collapse, her wide eyes betraying the uneasiness within. It is only due to the calming presence of Ruby and Weiss, with occasional soothing words from Octavia, that Yuri remains grounded, if only barely. Their whispers, though soft, anchor her to the present, helping her hold onto the fragile threads of stability. Yet, there's no mistaking the shift within her. This event has scarred her deeply, altering her life in ways that will echo through her future. Yuri, in this moment, is forever changed.
We find ourselves in an unassuming break room, much like one you'd find in any average office company—clean, functional, and stocked with the usual fare. A few snacks and drinks are laid out, though none of us have bothered to touch them. Instead, I opted to use my Boundary Manipulation to retrieve them, ensuring a safer option. This way, we eliminate any concerns over food tampering, whether it's something as mundane as food poisoning or the more malicious chance of poisons laced by students and/or contractors.
Though, in truth, poisons are hardly a concern for me. With the Ultimate Poison, I can easily counter poison with the poison itself. Even the most lethal of toxins would be powerless against me. Still, better safe than sorry when it comes to the others.
"Hey, Jin. I have a question... Well, more than a question. Like, a couple of them, in fact... if you don't mind answering. If not, it's cool." Octavia's attempt at indifference is almost convincing. Her tone is casual as if she's trying to appear unfazed by the possibility of being dismissed, but her body language betrays her. The quick, nervous glances she shoots my way before looking away tell me she's not as apathetic as she'd like to seem. There's an unspoken tension in her hesitation, revealing that being turned down might affect her more than she's letting on.
"Go ahead, what are your questions?" I respond, gesturing toward the chair beside me.
As I settle into the Supreme Relaxing Chair, I can feel its unparalleled comfort, easing away any tension in my body. It's a throne of luxury, designed to melt away stress, and I can't help but let a slight smirk form as I take a sip of my WellCheers root beer soda. The refreshing taste, along with the subtle boost in my mood it provides, makes the moment even more enjoyable. I glance at Octavia, feeling just the right balance of relaxed and curious, waiting for her to ask whatever's on her mind.