[Practically a kid? Hayame half shakes her head, instinctively protesting in confusion because unlike many people she had encountered in these foreign worlds, boys were men by fifteen or sixteen by her culture’s reckoning. She had met a man, albeit a young man, in Horos, and now… Her kind fully matured in less years than a human did, but in just the count alone…
Was he older than her, now?
How could that be?]
No, you were-
[She was… She remembers… Why can’t she remember the last time they spoke? She remembers… they’d spoken, but it was… there’d been blood and an enemy and she’d trusted him with something… Her hand goes to her chest, fingers pressing in between her breasts in subconscious reach for the shard she’d woken up to find had a shallow crack through it, but even with that…]
Are you… And now you’re with them? The “meridian”… ?
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Was he older than her, now?
How could that be?]
No, you were-
[She was… She remembers… Why can’t she remember the last time they spoke? She remembers… they’d spoken, but it was… there’d been blood and an enemy and she’d trusted him with something… Her hand goes to her chest, fingers pressing in between her breasts in subconscious reach for the shard she’d woken up to find had a shallow crack through it, but even with that…]
Are you… And now you’re with them? The “meridian”… ?