[ she watches the fight attentively - she remembers the arena and the roar of the crowd, but nothing of the match itself. she feels a mounting anxiety as it goes on, which culminates when she's shown what pyrrha had seen. thousands of her swords... but that was impossible. she knows she only has the capacity for eight at the very most.
but the memory continues on. she gasps and her eyes go wide upon hearing the disturbing crunch of her limbs being crushed, like a human would react to the sound of a neck being snapped. with all of that, how can she deny it now? penny understands now - she's been living here for a month, blissfully unaware that this will be her fate.
she looks horrified, slowly and wordlessly stepping away from pyrrha. ]
[ when penny had asked to see the memory, it was under the assumption that she would have been able to handle what she saw. her assumption was wrong.
she wants to speak to pyrrha, to understand that it wasn't her fault... but when the words try to leave her, nothing comes out. the shock feels like it's paralyzed her to her core, and she doesn't know how to handle it.
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but the memory continues on. she gasps and her eyes go wide upon hearing the disturbing crunch of her limbs being crushed, like a human would react to the sound of a neck being snapped. with all of that, how can she deny it now? penny understands now - she's been living here for a month, blissfully unaware that this will be her fate.
she looks horrified, slowly and wordlessly stepping away from pyrrha. ]
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I'm so sorry, Penny.
I was scared, and I ...
[ Not that it makes it any better, she knows. ]
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she wants to speak to pyrrha, to understand that it wasn't her fault... but when the words try to leave her, nothing comes out. the shock feels like it's paralyzed her to her core, and she doesn't know how to handle it.
so she runs. ]