[Rika tenses, her fingers pressing into the tea cup's thin material. She knows about how that game turns out, sure. They play the same few games and have the same outcome. Over and over. Always the same.
They never switch games.
And even if they did... It couldn't be as simple as Keiichi picking up two games and putting them at different tables. That's crazy. Fate can't be that easy to change. If it was, then why is she always dying?!]
... [She doesn't know what to say. Her mind is reeling, thoughts spinning. Nothing about this makes sense... Nothing, except everything.]
It does not matter what games we play. [Her words are slow. She's trying to find the response 'Furude Rika' would give. Think, think.] If it is a member of the Games Club playing, they will win. Right?
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They never switch games.
And even if they did... It couldn't be as simple as Keiichi picking up two games and putting them at different tables. That's crazy. Fate can't be that easy to change. If it was, then why is she always dying?!]
... [She doesn't know what to say. Her mind is reeling, thoughts spinning. Nothing about this makes sense... Nothing, except everything.]
It does not matter what games we play. [Her words are slow. She's trying to find the response 'Furude Rika' would give. Think, think.] If it is a member of the Games Club playing, they will win. Right?