[ It had felt real, enough of the dream patched together with Rion's memories (a room destroyed as she stood there, unresponsive, bodies lying splayed with their souls ripped from them, the angelic monster reaching for her).
But Akira was real. More real right now than anything else, she reminds herself, blinking away tears. When she reaches this time, it's less tentative, and it's just to brush his hair away from his burning hot forehead. ]
Getting sick hasn't made you any less confident, huh...
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But Akira was real. More real right now than anything else, she reminds herself, blinking away tears. When she reaches this time, it's less tentative, and it's just to brush his hair away from his burning hot forehead. ]
Getting sick hasn't made you any less confident, huh...