[He says that, but... How could she believe it? (Never mind that, now that she's thinking about it... if it were her memories, how could she be in them? Not like this, as if seen from apart. Wouldn't she see it from... her own eyes? No, she doesn't know that's the frustrating thing about magic-)
... Like that?
She pulls the bead back, then, desperate to test what he suggests because she wants... She wants so badly for it not to be lies, even though she knows it must be. Someone she didn't see?
The bead shifts, a different image coalesces... and her brother is there, then, miles away at the edge of the mountain wood, leading a group of her master's men through the trees... What if it was just- Maybe it was just guessing? She could have guessed that's what Yubari was doing. But-
But-
Hayame's half gaze softens. Her fingers half curl around the bead.
no subject
... Like that?
She pulls the bead back, then, desperate to test what he suggests because she wants... She wants so badly for it not to be lies, even though she knows it must be. Someone she didn't see?
The bead shifts, a different image coalesces... and her brother is there, then, miles away at the edge of the mountain wood, leading a group of her master's men through the trees... What if it was just- Maybe it was just guessing? She could have guessed that's what Yubari was doing. But-
But-
Hayame's half gaze softens. Her fingers half curl around the bead.
And she loses her words again.]