[ Consider her crazy, but an entire population numbering in the tens of millions wanting her dead, then finding herself having to weather Gran Pulse's untouched-by-humans-in-centuries wilderness, then getting thrown to Valhalla where time doesn't really exist and complete chaotic weirdness is par for the course... all of that has left Lightning far too suspicious in nature to do anything at first but wonder exactly where that voice is coming from.
... However, though she shouldn't have reason to believe so quickly that that's the source, somehow when she catches sight of the book nearby, laying open for the full abuse of the rain doing its best to stick the pages together permanently, she's pretty sure she's figured that little mystery out, without having to consider it very hard. ]
This isn't the first time.
[ -- That's she's woken up in the rain, wearing a white dress, with a journal laying nearby to record. Even the total disorientation isn't all that novel, really.
Not that whatever she's supposed to be getting at is very clear without context, of course. Whoops. ]
[still vid on her side]
... However, though she shouldn't have reason to believe so quickly that that's the source, somehow when she catches sight of the book nearby, laying open for the full abuse of the rain doing its best to stick the pages together permanently, she's pretty sure she's figured that little mystery out, without having to consider it very hard. ]
This isn't the first time.
[ -- That's she's woken up in the rain, wearing a white dress, with a journal laying nearby to record. Even the total disorientation isn't all that novel, really.
Not that whatever she's supposed to be getting at is very clear without context, of course. Whoops. ]