[Cerulean blinks and rubs at his eyes, wondering why he's seeing double. For a second, he wonders if his contact had slid, but then he remembers he doesn't need vision correction in the dreamsphere. That's when he notices that the two Ryokos are wearing different clothes. One is Dreamer Glasswing, and one is just regular Ryoko in her old school uniform. Something heavy and cold settles in his stomach, seeing the face of the real Ryoko reacting to this dream image of... what? Old Ryoko?]
She's always been pale.
[He says it defensively, mistrustful of this vision, and takes another step closer, which takes him close enough to the tree that with a swirling flourish his own wish appears, hanging from a branch, and the air starts to shimmer around him, slowly forming into the shape of... his parents. Wearing their festival yukata and smiling at him. Cerulean once again is blinking wide, disbelieving eyes.]
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Senpai-?
[Cerulean blinks and rubs at his eyes, wondering why he's seeing double. For a second, he wonders if his contact had slid, but then he remembers he doesn't need vision correction in the dreamsphere. That's when he notices that the two Ryokos are wearing different clothes. One is Dreamer Glasswing, and one is just regular Ryoko in her old school uniform. Something heavy and cold settles in his stomach, seeing the face of the real Ryoko reacting to this dream image of... what? Old Ryoko?]
She's always been pale.
[He says it defensively, mistrustful of this vision, and takes another step closer, which takes him close enough to the tree that with a swirling flourish his own wish appears, hanging from a branch, and the air starts to shimmer around him, slowly forming into the shape of... his parents. Wearing their festival yukata and smiling at him. Cerulean once again is blinking wide, disbelieving eyes.]