[It only gets louder. Though his hand barely moves, he feels like he's already reaching as far as he can. His mind swims, trying to grasp what exactly has happened to him. He remembers the fields of flourishing grass, and the rainbow sheen of the shrine itself. He remembers the voice in his head and the feathers closing around him, binding him more inescapably than any chain.
Remembering stirs the fear in his heart. He'd made a mistake. He wants to go back. If he remained here, would Himeka and Abel be left to rot? He'd left Ryunosuke, abandoned Meteion, and broken his word to Hayame. He'd said he would be back, and now...
His fingers graze her shard, and the bond becomes unmistakable. He hadn't returned, and so it seems she's come to him.
His eyes flutter open, his slit pupils widening in the dimness of the cavern, awash in silvery irises. Slowly, they focus on his surroundings, a sharp inhale signaling his true awakening. He can see her above him, her long dark streaming down behind her like a river. He's so happy, so relieved, that he doesn't even think about how she might react to so intimate a gesture.]
It truly is you...
[It would have been a completely unreasonable thing to expect. Even if he felt she owed it to him, how could she have known? It feels miraculous.
He can still feel her, through their linked shards, like a torch in the night - and yet, her expression seems so pained.]
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Remembering stirs the fear in his heart. He'd made a mistake. He wants to go back. If he remained here, would Himeka and Abel be left to rot? He'd left Ryunosuke, abandoned Meteion, and broken his word to Hayame. He'd said he would be back, and now...
His fingers graze her shard, and the bond becomes unmistakable. He hadn't returned, and so it seems she's come to him.
His eyes flutter open, his slit pupils widening in the dimness of the cavern, awash in silvery irises. Slowly, they focus on his surroundings, a sharp inhale signaling his true awakening. He can see her above him, her long dark streaming down behind her like a river. He's so happy, so relieved, that he doesn't even think about how she might react to so intimate a gesture.]
It truly is you...
[It would have been a completely unreasonable thing to expect. Even if he felt she owed it to him, how could she have known? It feels miraculous.
He can still feel her, through their linked shards, like a torch in the night - and yet, her expression seems so pained.]