[ and, indeed, there's... strangely, sort of a path forming out of the white—flooring like hewn stone starting to form itself into a winding road that ends in a heavy wooden door. ]
[ thanks actually can she go back into the dream of never having to speak to another person ever ]
...more like... the sorcerous byproduct of his father dividing his soul at some point, but none of them are really sure what to call that relation since he's a bit his own person...?
[ you know what she's just going to pull Amaranth ahead to the door, other hand clapped over her own face. ]
[ still looking slightly embarrassed from the prior conversation, and also because the handholding, but— ]
...I think... almost.
[ and, indeed, things are starting to feel fuzzy around the edges, now that you're here; wakefulness seems like you could reach out and catch it, if you wanted. ]
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The thing I fear most above wounds, disease, even death, is myself, you know.
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.....I know.
But your strength is in good hands. [ She doesn’t quite wink. ]
What you have here is beautiful enough that I think it’s worth sharing.
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For the first time in my life I'm thinking about the future, but I just—worry that I might disappoint myself.
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Yes, I can tell.
This path you're on is hard indeed, but I truly believe it's worth seeing through—all the way through, I mean, rather than giving up partway.
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It feels like... I don't know, that it would be too much to expect to get everything that I want. Even if I work my hardest.
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[ "well, not with that attitude," ]
Whether or not I'm there to see it... I want to know that you'll truly do all you can do.
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...Are you ready to go back, now?
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[ and, indeed, there's... strangely, sort of a path forming out of the white—flooring like hewn stone starting to form itself into a winding road that ends in a heavy wooden door. ]
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Let's get you back to Nero and Sekhmet.
[ —and she begins walking forward. ]
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Y-yeah.
[ and, sheepishly: ]
And also Raven.
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Also Raven?
...Isn't he Nero's... ah... brother?
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...more like... the sorcerous byproduct of his father dividing his soul at some point, but none of them are really sure what to call that relation since he's a bit his own person...?
[ you know what she's just going to pull Amaranth ahead to the door, other hand clapped over her own face. ]
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[ —aaand they're through the door. ]
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[ and they spill out the door into... Tokyo-F sunlight, onto the park grass—the carefully-cut garden plots right in front of them.
There's some gardening tools here, too, but this time they don't seem particularly dangerous. ]
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Amaranth looks around with cautious interest, but doesn't let go of Shrike's hand just yet. ]
...We haven't woken up. Is this still your dream?
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...I think... almost.
[ and, indeed, things are starting to feel fuzzy around the edges, now that you're here; wakefulness seems like you could reach out and catch it, if you wanted. ]
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[ still holding hands, but allowing herself to look around appreciatively ]
It looks well on the way to a good harvest.
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I suppose these sorts of things don't happen without a little tending.
[ and she pulls Amaranth into a hug. ]
Thank you.