[She sounds so scared. Hamel remembers how she was in the mirror world, and this must be ten times worse for her. He must ease her concern, let her know that it’s alright, he doesn’t blame her…
But the moment the door cracks open and he sees her face, Hamel knows he can’t. He’s too involved in this, it hits too close to home for him to drop the attitude. So he deals with the unease the only way he knows -- amping up the jerk.
He doesn’t wait for Hibiki to let him in. Instead, he throws the door wide open and enters like he owns the place. He pretends to look around and examine the house, but he doesn’t really see it; he's just buying time so he won’t have to look at her. He should say something, break the tension. But what…
He turns around to face Hibiki, arms crossed, his face a mask.]
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But the moment the door cracks open and he sees her face, Hamel knows he can’t. He’s too involved in this, it hits too close to home for him to drop the attitude. So he deals with the unease the only way he knows -- amping up the jerk.
He doesn’t wait for Hibiki to let him in. Instead, he throws the door wide open and enters like he owns the place. He pretends to look around and examine the house, but he doesn’t really see it; he's just buying time so he won’t have to look at her. He should say something, break the tension. But what…
He turns around to face Hibiki, arms crossed, his face a mask.]
How’s your hamster.
[Good job, Hamel.]