[He's not wrong though. That is exactly what Sayori was thinking, too.
The furrow in her brow grows deeper, as does what concentration she can still muster when this problem is scrambling her brain so.] Green... Green... Green...! [If she just glares at her hands hard enough, maybe they will turn green.
Another moment passes, and then, carefully, Sayori moves to stand up. She looks at her hands again and gasps.] Oh, there's something!
[...]
Wait, I think this is just dirt. [ :(
She looks down, and sure enough, there are more red splotches on the ground where she pushed herself up. Curses! And man, this ground is very dirty.]
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The furrow in her brow grows deeper, as does what concentration she can still muster when this problem is scrambling her brain so.] Green... Green... Green...! [If she just glares at her hands hard enough, maybe they will turn green.
Another moment passes, and then, carefully, Sayori moves to stand up. She looks at her hands again and gasps.] Oh, there's something!
[...]
Wait, I think this is just dirt. [ :(
She looks down, and sure enough, there are more red splotches on the ground where she pushed herself up. Curses! And man, this ground is very dirty.]