[There's a garbled screech from the creature as it's so violently blinded, and it immediately lets go, turning its focus on getting away with its life. Frieda, for better or worse, has run far enough to clearly see Nagito's motions, but not his expression, so it's hard to tell for her whether he's acting on desperation or rather on well-oiled muscle memory.
As soon as the cephalopod has disappeared, she runs back up to him, already feeling the expected rush of shame for leaving him behind.]
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As soon as the cephalopod has disappeared, she runs back up to him, already feeling the expected rush of shame for leaving him behind.]
Are you alright?! Let's hurry!
[If he is hurt, she'l grab his clothes for him.]