[So it is as she feared. Centuries. This man expected her to believe that his family had waited in this place for that long, that many generations, without losing hope? That he could smile like this, that he could give such a speech after all that? How could he understand how she felt, or feel a connection himself to a world he had not been born to? Her one remaining eye darts between his face and the bead in his hand, glowing anew beneath his touch. He sounds so confident, but then again… so had that woman called Yima.]
How do you know that is true… ?
[If he said it had been centuries, how could she trust such a claim? Oracles, or whatever they were, could restore what was damaged? Could send them back where they belong? Was there anyone here yet alive in this place who could claim to have seen such a thing with their own eyes? Were there records? All of these questions swim through her mind, but only the most important one makes it out.
Hayame cannot stop looking at the bead. Her gaze no longer waivers. Even if it were a trick… If it were possible that she might be stuck in this place until she died, then this may be a last chance to see even a false version of the place she long to return to. She never knew when a dream or hallucination might take her there, but even so… Even so…
If her nails were not cut to the quick she would have left bloody crescent in her palms by now.]
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How do you know that is true… ?
[If he said it had been centuries, how could she trust such a claim? Oracles, or whatever they were, could restore what was damaged? Could send them back where they belong? Was there anyone here yet alive in this place who could claim to have seen such a thing with their own eyes? Were there records? All of these questions swim through her mind, but only the most important one makes it out.
Hayame cannot stop looking at the bead. Her gaze no longer waivers. Even if it were a trick… If it were possible that she might be stuck in this place until she died, then this may be a last chance to see even a false version of the place she long to return to. She never knew when a dream or hallucination might take her there, but even so… Even so…
If her nails were not cut to the quick she would have left bloody crescent in her palms by now.]