[ Yeah, she's awake. But there's a dim silence here. Attention goes inward, then aside, to where there's normally a constant opening for conversation, but now is only a lifeless matte black. A turned off computer monitor. Would've been out so much sooner, but she needs her space. She's fine. Physically. But there are so many other problems that place made. Lion, Alex, Mia, Shinjiro, Michael, Eleanor; God only knows how Sayori and Shuichi were handling the aftermath even. The corpses have it easy.

It's a bit miraculous to watch in person. There's a visible moment after his comment where Alex can almost see that black mist again. A weight strong enough to send people off to insanity or despair. But all it takes is one long breath in and out for it to be rallied against. The desire for surrender goes in and out, once, a single tide, but doesn't come back. ]

Look after her. If you can. ...Yggdrasil got both of us, but she got hit worse.

[ And honestly, just go lock the door. Tank can yeet himself off the moonbase for all he cares. The remote is used only to adjust to a better sitting position for conversations. Not as bad as the first few days, mere knives digging through nerves instead of impaling. Barely reads past the painkillers. Alex can appreciate this short time for what it is: a moment of peace.

Before the :beegun: emote. ]

I assume you're here to talk about the messages.