[ Her eyes dart to where he motions to, and— the most immediate feeling that comes off of her is a freezing, bitter wave of dread. Where Gen makes out his silhouette in the corner, Misa sees him clearly, easily making out his face, and then his name, those seven letters above his head.
And it's like a dam breaks. ]
—He's there.
[ There's a sharp intake of breath when she realizes it, really realizes it. All this time trying to search for him, she hasn't thought once about what state he would actually be in when they found him, as she thought only of the actual mechanics of locating him. She hadn't tried to think of what she saw, what it would all do to Amos in the end. But now her heart bleeds freely, and wretchedly. In a way, she's completely emotionally unprepared to actually find him, dire as her efforts have been throughout the night and the nights previous. Her face contorts, lips pressing together tightly, and a stubborn sniffle coming from her - as if fighting the urge to cry with every fiber of her being.
Perhaps that's why what she says next is so unfitting for the gravity of the situation, the words reminiscent of the exasperated sort of fed up that a parent might be if they lost their child in the supermarket. But her tone— it's strained with the effort to sound less wrecked than she feels. Misa doesn't take her eyes off Amos for a second - she wouldn't dare now that they've come this close - but she does give Gen a nudge back in acknowledgement, knuckles brushing the side of his arm, seeking whatever small comfort she could take from not being alone coming into this. She'll realize just how grateful she is for his help, when it's all said and done. ]
I'm going to go give him a kick...
[ For all their trouble, for all their worry, for all the sick relief she's feeling at actually having found him. The threats of violence she'd talked about before - none of that matters to her, anymore. All that matters making her way to Amos's side, and driving home that the she and Gen had been looking for him everywhere. That she cared, that she was beside herself after Venera. He needs to know that they've come here for him - so Misa makes a beeline right for him, and not stealthily in the least. ]
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And it's like a dam breaks. ]
—He's there.
[ There's a sharp intake of breath when she realizes it, really realizes it. All this time trying to search for him, she hasn't thought once about what state he would actually be in when they found him, as she thought only of the actual mechanics of locating him. She hadn't tried to think of what she saw, what it would all do to Amos in the end. But now her heart bleeds freely, and wretchedly. In a way, she's completely emotionally unprepared to actually find him, dire as her efforts have been throughout the night and the nights previous. Her face contorts, lips pressing together tightly, and a stubborn sniffle coming from her - as if fighting the urge to cry with every fiber of her being.
Perhaps that's why what she says next is so unfitting for the gravity of the situation, the words reminiscent of the exasperated sort of fed up that a parent might be if they lost their child in the supermarket. But her tone— it's strained with the effort to sound less wrecked than she feels. Misa doesn't take her eyes off Amos for a second - she wouldn't dare now that they've come this close - but she does give Gen a nudge back in acknowledgement, knuckles brushing the side of his arm, seeking whatever small comfort she could take from not being alone coming into this. She'll realize just how grateful she is for his help, when it's all said and done. ]
I'm going to go give him a kick...
[ For all their trouble, for all their worry, for all the sick relief she's feeling at actually having found him. The threats of violence she'd talked about before - none of that matters to her, anymore. All that matters making her way to Amos's side, and driving home that the she and Gen had been looking for him everywhere. That she cared, that she was beside herself after Venera. He needs to know that they've come here for him - so Misa makes a beeline right for him, and not stealthily in the least. ]