[there was always that sinking sensation that he could feel when he knew that he was about to die. when he was faced down with a killer intent and had split seconds to decide what his fate would be... yet as Illya took a couple of steps closer to him in kind, he couldn't feel any of that radiating off of her. it was when she asked him such a plainfully obvious question that he couldn't help but be taken aback.
a dream? surely that fall to his face would have told him otherwise... but here she was, calling him her brother as if nothing was wrong. she was energetic too, beaming when her smile was otherwise thin yet calm back during the war.
he couldn't understand...but would contradicting this make it all the worse? did he chance ruining an opportunity to get to know the young girl that he'd felt he and Rin could reach for help? ...was she the same girl after all?]
Ah... I guess you're right. [could he tell her that she was dead? was it the right thing to say right off the bat?] Uhm...Illya, what's the last thing you remember before showing up here?
[it was a vague yet safe question to ask, if it was a dream anyways]
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a dream? surely that fall to his face would have told him otherwise... but here she was, calling him her brother as if nothing was wrong. she was energetic too, beaming when her smile was otherwise thin yet calm back during the war.
he couldn't understand...but would contradicting this make it all the worse? did he chance ruining an opportunity to get to know the young girl that he'd felt he and Rin could reach for help? ...was she the same girl after all?]
Ah... I guess you're right. [could he tell her that she was dead? was it the right thing to say right off the bat?] Uhm...Illya, what's the last thing you remember before showing up here?
[it was a vague yet safe question to ask, if it was a dream anyways]