[ For his real body, Pyra allows him to rest against her shoulder as his consciousness is pulled into the crystal. She makes a note that he seems to tolerate the transition far better, without hesitation this time...
The realm inside is as it has been before: peaceful, stagnant, a bright blues for the sky and deep greens for the field and forest around them. A bell tolls in the distance. Much like he's resting against her in reality, he'll be awakening with his head upon her shoulder as they sit within the shade of the tree. She waits until he wakes, allowing him to remain as he rests or straighten up. Between them, her hand is already in his. She's making an effort, it seems, to remain and speak, even if her body is as rigid and tense with something reminiscent of... fear.
It could very well be the fear of rejection, of knowing that delivering more of her past might make him push her away. But wouldn't it be right if he had that choice, instead of deceiving him, hiding it? ] ...Where do I begin? [ She speaks quietly, keeping her gaze lowered at the hand upon her lap.
"Tell me what happened, I want to understand." ] There was a war.
...There was a war, and we fought with all of our power.
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The realm inside is as it has been before: peaceful, stagnant, a bright blues for the sky and deep greens for the field and forest around them. A bell tolls in the distance. Much like he's resting against her in reality, he'll be awakening with his head upon her shoulder as they sit within the shade of the tree. She waits until he wakes, allowing him to remain as he rests or straighten up. Between them, her hand is already in his. She's making an effort, it seems, to remain and speak, even if her body is as rigid and tense with something reminiscent of... fear.
It could very well be the fear of rejection, of knowing that delivering more of her past might make him push her away. But wouldn't it be right if he had that choice, instead of deceiving him, hiding it? ] ...Where do I begin? [ She speaks quietly, keeping her gaze lowered at the hand upon her lap.
"Tell me what happened, I want to understand." ] There was a war.
...There was a war, and we fought with all of our power.
[ Too much power, with catastrophe as a result. ]