derailing

[It's Thursday night, late at night, and Nozomi doesn't know what to do. There's entirely the possibility that the monitors are bluffs like everyone suggested at the meeting. At the same time, none of that is helping her get to sleep. She sits down in the media room, right in front of the monitor. It's fine. No one else is here. She might not be willing to do anything about it, but she can have the night to regret it, at least.

Maybe someone else will end up killing tonight. That would stop it, right? Or is it only winning that will spare them? -No, no, she shouldn't be thinking like this. What's wrong with her? She can't kill someone- let alone twenty-one people, let alone Sakura, or Wheatley, or Maidson or Wesker or Rin- for something like this. She's not even sure if she could manage it if she decided to. Maybe it's better to just head back in her room.

But she can't bring herself to leave the image of her siblings, so there she is, silent and motionless, looping the same thoughts over and over in her head.]