Though Souji is aware of the danger unfolding, and though he's wary, he's determined not to be terrorized by it. He goes to the diner like normal, and cooks for anyone who shows up--though it isn't many, under the circumstances--and he wipes down tables and mops the floor.
Despite all his experiences at home and in Wonderland with the unexpected, he's still taken off guard by the blinding light shining from the headlamp on his next might-be-diner.
Whether it takes a long time or a short one is a moot point; the outcome is the same either way. It isn't an appetizing sight and the smell is worse: gore with a slight hint of sugar. Souji's body is on the counter, like a carcass on a butcher's cutting board if not for the tiny candy hearts scattered in the blood pooling around him. There are more of them stuffed into and overflowing from Souji's shattered and crushed chest cavity.
Though the dining room is largely still in order, in the kitchen is in disarray. Many of the utensils are missing from their usual places, and although they aren't all easily located, the lesser wounds on Souji's arms and torso make it easy to see what they were used for. In a small, unintentional sort of consolation to whoever happens to find him, his eyes aren't open and staring, though that's only because the blood streaking his face made him squeeze them closed as he died.
It's a much greater, but equally unintentional, consolation to Souji himself that this is his third death and everything will be over by the time he revives.
02/14/2014 - Death Post: Seta Souji
Despite all his experiences at home and in Wonderland with the unexpected, he's still taken off guard by the blinding light shining from the headlamp on his next might-be-diner.
Whether it takes a long time or a short one is a moot point; the outcome is the same either way. It isn't an appetizing sight and the smell is worse: gore with a slight hint of sugar. Souji's body is on the counter, like a carcass on a butcher's cutting board if not for the tiny candy hearts scattered in the blood pooling around him. There are more of them stuffed into and overflowing from Souji's shattered and crushed chest cavity.
Though the dining room is largely still in order, in the kitchen is in disarray. Many of the utensils are missing from their usual places, and although they aren't all easily located, the lesser wounds on Souji's arms and torso make it easy to see what they were used for. In a small, unintentional sort of consolation to whoever happens to find him, his eyes aren't open and staring, though that's only because the blood streaking his face made him squeeze them closed as he died.
It's a much greater, but equally unintentional, consolation to Souji himself that this is his third death and everything will be over by the time he revives.