[Chrono doesn't lose his footing; in fact, his knees are locked and his feet are rooted to the ground in such a way that he isn't sure he'll ever be able to move from this spot again. He can fathom mass murder, of course. But there's something about this that's almost too horrific to fully comprehend.
The voices around them fade to a dull, pointless buzz in his ears, but the hand that falls to Rosette's shoulder is an anchor for them both. Warm and, somehow, not shaking.]
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The voices around them fade to a dull, pointless buzz in his ears, but the hand that falls to Rosette's shoulder is an anchor for them both. Warm and, somehow, not shaking.]