[She sees him running down as she sprints up the stairs as fast as she can, and when they collide, she grabs his hands, almost stumbling with the recoil that happens when she tries to stop that suddenly, especially on a staircase. Collar, jumpsuit, even the roughed-up look she's come accustomed to seeing people with—
She's more pale than she should be, herself, and she looks a little badly treated and underfed; there are marks on her arms from the constant injections, strap marks on her forearms, her wrists are rubbed a little raw from steel cuffs; she's not too bruised, but she's definitely not in good health. (Although, in terms of Deadman Wonderland, considering what she's been through, she really is.)
But that doesn't mean anything to her, and she stares at Kaito for a minute, shocked and unbelievably relieved.]
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She's more pale than she should be, herself, and she looks a little badly treated and underfed; there are marks on her arms from the constant injections, strap marks on her forearms, her wrists are rubbed a little raw from steel cuffs; she's not too bruised, but she's definitely not in good health. (Although, in terms of Deadman Wonderland, considering what she's been through, she really is.)
But that doesn't mean anything to her, and she stares at Kaito for a minute, shocked and unbelievably relieved.]
Kaito—it's really you, isn't it?