[No point living in the past. It’s true, and Hayame let’s out a little snort of sound that seems to be an agreement… Even if closer inspection might reveal that their ideas of what constituted “the past” might differ.
Revisiting… If she could relive something… Would she?]
They should put their efforts into actually returning to their worlds, if they want to see those people so badly.
[If they were so desperate as to let countless others see them in the vulnerable, emotional moment of “reunion” with those gone… Hayame, perhaps, does not realize what sacrilege that is to say in Highstorm. She spends so little time talking to people that she may not realize the extent of the difference in beliefs to Springstar- not that she has pledged herself to either. She simply spent more time in the other because her shard had been painfully cold since the dryad visited her dream, and the sun was warmer there. Not that it really helped, but she has tried.
Just as she has tried to avoid the woman Yima since she’d identified the strange source of her discomfort… a sort that never came when she was actually around her. This was her realm, true, yet…]
Instead, they cry over illusions and either curse their fate or accept it without enough fight... How pointless.
[She cannot let herself become that. No matter how weak and tempting it might be just to give up. (Even if her form of doing so… is far bloodier and far more final than weeping by a pool.)]
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Revisiting… If she could relive something… Would she?]
They should put their efforts into actually returning to their worlds, if they want to see those people so badly.
[If they were so desperate as to let countless others see them in the vulnerable, emotional moment of “reunion” with those gone… Hayame, perhaps, does not realize what sacrilege that is to say in Highstorm. She spends so little time talking to people that she may not realize the extent of the difference in beliefs to Springstar- not that she has pledged herself to either. She simply spent more time in the other because her shard had been painfully cold since the dryad visited her dream, and the sun was warmer there. Not that it really helped, but she has tried.
Just as she has tried to avoid the woman Yima since she’d identified the strange source of her discomfort… a sort that never came when she was actually around her. This was her realm, true, yet…]
Instead, they cry over illusions and either curse their fate or accept it without enough fight... How pointless.
[She cannot let herself become that. No matter how weak and tempting it might be just to give up. (Even if her form of doing so… is far bloodier and far more final than weeping by a pool.)]