[ It is a near miracle that Nui Harime retained her sanity for the seventeen years she's lived. Her sanctity of mind had always been riding on a thin line, growing weaker and weaker as more stress, more mania built up, turning into an indestructible mass. Being greeted by the corpse of one's closest friend was simply the push needed to obliterate the rational mind she was holding onto.
There's something feral in her unending scream, the way she grips her parasol with enough force to snap the wooden handle, digging splinters into her bare hands. It doesn't occur to her that this was the path she took while entering the woods not five minutes earlier. It doesn't occur to her that, because of this fact, Osaka could not be Minako's murderer. All that does occur to her is that the culprit must be killed. There need be no judge and jury, but only an executioner, to pay for what she'd done--to Minako, to Alice, to Haruhi, wherever they were.
Nui can't stand by Minako any longer, bolting and reversing her course straight back into the heart of the woods. ]
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There's something feral in her unending scream, the way she grips her parasol with enough force to snap the wooden handle, digging splinters into her bare hands. It doesn't occur to her that this was the path she took while entering the woods not five minutes earlier. It doesn't occur to her that, because of this fact, Osaka could not be Minako's murderer. All that does occur to her is that the culprit must be killed. There need be no judge and jury, but only an executioner, to pay for what she'd done--to Minako, to Alice, to Haruhi, wherever they were.
Nui can't stand by Minako any longer, bolting and reversing her course straight back into the heart of the woods. ]
OSAKAAAAAAAA....!