[Eleanor brought a hand up to steady Yukiko when she stumbled, catching her by the shoulder.]
It can't have...
[She held up her other hand and, indeed, the string was getting shorter. Every time they moved closer, it got shorter. Eleanor's wrist drifted towards Yukiko even.]
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It can't have...
[She held up her other hand and, indeed, the string was getting shorter. Every time they moved closer, it got shorter. Eleanor's wrist drifted towards Yukiko even.]
It's getting shorter now too. what in the hell.