The minutes wile away easily. It really is a meaningless conversation that replays as Emet-Selch listens -- Gen almost does a convincing job of play-acting as the age he's been temporarily made to look, responding to everything the phantom of Reiji says with a softer, more childish bluster. But beneath the attempt at brusqueness, there's an unmistakable fondness and protectiveness that seeps through in his words.
'Tell me next time they mess with you.' 'I'll put'em in their place.' 'Don't let them push you around like that.'
Right up until the memory starts to dissipate.
That youthful conversation eventually peters off as the memory starts to fade, that conjured version of Reiji beginning to lose shape and break apart into motes of light. It's a long moment that Gen spends watching the 'person' he'd been speaking to so intently dissipate into nothing, gazing quietly off into the skies where those bubbles of light float off out of sight.
He seems more subdued when he eventually trots over to take a seat near where Emet-Selch is, thoughts still far-off and gaze fixed on the ground. Then he says quietly, "... I thought it'd last longer."
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'Tell me next time they mess with you.' 'I'll put'em in their place.' 'Don't let them push you around like that.'
Right up until the memory starts to dissipate.
That youthful conversation eventually peters off as the memory starts to fade, that conjured version of Reiji beginning to lose shape and break apart into motes of light. It's a long moment that Gen spends watching the 'person' he'd been speaking to so intently dissipate into nothing, gazing quietly off into the skies where those bubbles of light float off out of sight.
He seems more subdued when he eventually trots over to take a seat near where Emet-Selch is, thoughts still far-off and gaze fixed on the ground. Then he says quietly, "... I thought it'd last longer."