Characters: Machi Tobaye, Kairi, possibly otherwise Open? Setting: Grand Room Time: Early Day 9 Summary: Machi did not hallucinate Kairi, surprise, surprise. Warnings: None?
Machi heard her coming and had cracked one eye open, allowing just enough light in to track her movement across the room as an object, but not enough to make out any details or identifying specifics. She stopped, though, clearing her throat, and he shut it again before grudgingly opening both eyes, irritated and somewhat peeved by the interruption.
He immediately sat upright, his eyes widening the rest of the way as he stared at the red-haired girl in silence.
She--
She was real?!
He hardly remembered any details from their previous meeting, just the barest snatches, and given her extreme resemblances to Naminé, amplified in his memory by his poor coherence at the time, had dismissed her as another nonexistent hallucination, warped by his injury and pain. For all he knew, she still wasn't real and he was dreaming her up again.
On the other hand, he hadn't...
Machi drew a firm line between the idea of something existing and something being real--his hallucinations, for example, had existed, but they hadn't been real. He hadn't seen anything that wasn't real since he'd died last, though, and had come to the conclusion they must have left with the rest of the horrible changes that had violated his body.
The ones Rayne had so helpfully rid him of.
"You..." He stared at her, his brows furrowed as his voice cracked slightly through disbelief. "You... real?"
He immediately sat upright, his eyes widening the rest of the way as he stared at the red-haired girl in silence.
She--
She was real?!
He hardly remembered any details from their previous meeting, just the barest snatches, and given her extreme resemblances to Naminé, amplified in his memory by his poor coherence at the time, had dismissed her as another nonexistent hallucination, warped by his injury and pain. For all he knew, she still wasn't real and he was dreaming her up again.
On the other hand, he hadn't...
Machi drew a firm line between the idea of something existing and something being real--his hallucinations, for example, had existed, but they hadn't been real. He hadn't seen anything that wasn't real since he'd died last, though, and had come to the conclusion they must have left with the rest of the horrible changes that had violated his body.
The ones Rayne had so helpfully rid him of.
"You..." He stared at her, his brows furrowed as his voice cracked slightly through disbelief. "You... real?"
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