[Tohsaka mumbles something barely coherent before finding a root to sit on since she refuses to place her ass on the floor.]
...It's been rough, hasn't it?
[With a better grasp on the situation now that their souls have been bared, Rin knows more firmly that she's not speaking with Byleth. Yet instead she sits before a being with a soul much too dense for a human — though she wouldn't necessarily call it a god. Something strange, foreign, and rather than be well-worn by time it weaves time. Like threading a loom to make the pattern fit in which ever way is most convenient.]
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...It's been rough, hasn't it?
[With a better grasp on the situation now that their souls have been bared, Rin knows more firmly that she's not speaking with Byleth. Yet instead she sits before a being with a soul much too dense for a human — though she wouldn't necessarily call it a god. Something strange, foreign, and rather than be well-worn by time it weaves time. Like threading a loom to make the pattern fit in which ever way is most convenient.]