[ Susato is up. Of course she's up, the nightmares had seen to that. As she watches the seen unfold, the tightness in her chest is replaced with a familiar feeling of belonging, warm and sweet.
She doesn't know what to say. As elements of the dream process--her first glimpse of modern-day Japan--that tightness in her chest returns, turning into a dull ache as Beat's feelings bleed into her own. A feeling of longing. ]
Sender: Susato Mikotoba
She doesn't know what to say. As elements of the dream process--her first glimpse of modern-day Japan--that tightness in her chest returns, turning into a dull ache as Beat's feelings bleed into her own. A feeling of longing. ]
I'm sorry
[ For what...? ]
Dreams can be too short, can't they?