[Pyrrha could only watch in stark horror as it happened, right in front of everyone... not even Hamilton's death was this vicious.
But suddenly, Max is gone. Pyrrha was too frozen to stop her, shit. But she's quickly racing after her, only to stumble to a stop as she reaches the door to Max's room.
What should she do? What can she do? No matter what, she knows she has to.]
...Max. [She calls quietly, hands pressed to the wood of the door.] I... I know how you feel. I know about... this.
[Slowly, she presses her forehead to the door.]
...I'm here, if you want to talk. I'm here for you, Max.
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But suddenly, Max is gone. Pyrrha was too frozen to stop her, shit. But she's quickly racing after her, only to stumble to a stop as she reaches the door to Max's room.
What should she do? What can she do? No matter what, she knows she has to.]
...Max. [She calls quietly, hands pressed to the wood of the door.] I... I know how you feel. I know about... this.
[Slowly, she presses her forehead to the door.]
...I'm here, if you want to talk. I'm here for you, Max.