[ She hesitates not because she has to think of an answer, but because she’s surprised that it seems he’s still wanting to go through with meeting Mythra. Even now, he pushes through (or tries to).
He doesn’t have to. Not for her. ]
No.... No, it won’t. You’ll fall asleep, just— just for a little bit.
[ And then he’ll wake up inside. Rather, his soul, or what comprises of it will, while his physical form will remain here.
His hand upon her shoulder is close to the core crystal set upon her chest. The form is her, the light is her. Or— she is it, a sealed, imperfect form of what she is truly supposed to be.
She becomes uncertain. ] Ah... I should say, it shouldn’t hurt.
Did it... hurt you, when it took you in your world?
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He doesn’t have to. Not for her. ]
No.... No, it won’t. You’ll fall asleep, just— just for a little bit.
[ And then he’ll wake up inside. Rather, his soul, or what comprises of it will, while his physical form will remain here.
His hand upon her shoulder is close to the core crystal set upon her chest. The form is her, the light is her. Or— she is it, a sealed, imperfect form of what she is truly supposed to be.
She becomes uncertain. ] Ah... I should say, it shouldn’t hurt.
Did it... hurt you, when it took you in your world?