[ Maybe that gunshot to the head rattled something in there.
But Kido falls quiet, pressing the heel of her palm to her forehead, because she does remember the dungeon. She remembers Terry, and that he wouldn't lie to her about something like this, but all of that feels so far away, and her head is pounding and makes it impossible to get things in order.
There was a fire. She was swallowed up by the flames and by a snake and when she opened her eyes again, she was lying in the middle of smoldering rubble. And life went on. She'd moved on. This world, Hirajiro, had been the dream she was caught in in the moments of her death, and then set aside once that was no longer the case.
And now she's back in the dream, clutching the sheets in her fist hard enough for it to hurt. ]
...It's been ten years. I haven't seen you in ten years. You can look in my head and see if I'm lying, can't you?
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But Kido falls quiet, pressing the heel of her palm to her forehead, because she does remember the dungeon. She remembers Terry, and that he wouldn't lie to her about something like this, but all of that feels so far away, and her head is pounding and makes it impossible to get things in order.
There was a fire. She was swallowed up by the flames and by a snake and when she opened her eyes again, she was lying in the middle of smoldering rubble. And life went on. She'd moved on. This world, Hirajiro, had been the dream she was caught in in the moments of her death, and then set aside once that was no longer the case.
And now she's back in the dream, clutching the sheets in her fist hard enough for it to hurt. ]
...It's been ten years. I haven't seen you in ten years. You can look in my head and see if I'm lying, can't you?