[ She hears the words, but doesn't give an answer. Her thoroughly wet state, the weight of his grip and coat over her shoulders, texture of his clothing under her fingertips... it all feels so real-- too real, anchored to and subject to the ravages of time. Something she'd been thoroughly disconnected from since the cataclysm inadvertently arising from Cocoon's salvation.
Her connection to the goddess has the alarming quality of a dead-end line now, but the power she received from Etro's blessing is still there all the same, somehow... inactive at the moment, but all too ready to appear if the need arises.
As odd as it seems, she doesn't feel real herself, no matter how muddy and cold her re-arrival's made her. She feels displaced and, because of that, she still can't relax. Not even with the man she fell in love with here breathing on her neck.
The distance she'd held when speaking to Serah and Noel in the ruins of New Bodhum, accomplished only because she'd known it was necessary, is beyond her reach at the moment. And showing up in this place again--
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Her connection to the goddess has the alarming quality of a dead-end line now, but the power she received from Etro's blessing is still there all the same, somehow... inactive at the moment, but all too ready to appear if the need arises.
As odd as it seems, she doesn't feel real herself, no matter how muddy and cold her re-arrival's made her. She feels displaced and, because of that, she still can't relax. Not even with the man she fell in love with here breathing on her neck.
The distance she'd held when speaking to Serah and Noel in the ruins of New Bodhum, accomplished only because she'd known it was necessary, is beyond her reach at the moment. And showing up in this place again--
Her emotions and mind are in trouble. ]
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