[Bobbie hesitates for just a second, torn between checking on him and watching the video, but then she decides to let him be. She focuses on the console instead, intentionally blocking his view so he won't be tempted to watch it with her. It's obvious how it's affected him.
It must only take a few minutes, but whatever this is, whatever happened to him, feels excruciatingly long. At first, she's not sure what she's seeing, as though her mind refuses to process it. It's visceral and stomach churning, and though she refuses to let her horror show on her face, she can't stay entirely stoic—her jaw clenches and her hands ball into fists. By the time he starts to recover, she's torn between crying and puking and punching the wall. She manages to just turn the video off instead, and the only response she can force out is under her breath and useless.]
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It must only take a few minutes, but whatever this is, whatever happened to him, feels excruciatingly long. At first, she's not sure what she's seeing, as though her mind refuses to process it. It's visceral and stomach churning, and though she refuses to let her horror show on her face, she can't stay entirely stoic—her jaw clenches and her hands ball into fists. By the time he starts to recover, she's torn between crying and puking and punching the wall. She manages to just turn the video off instead, and the only response she can force out is under her breath and useless.]
God damn it.