[ Glasswing keeps her eyes firmly fixed forward, like she can snap the illusions away through sheer force of indifference. She similarly doesn't acknowledge his fingers curling around her hand, at least not for a second – but then she grips back so fiercely that surely it must have made her hand ache.
The other Ryoko follows them for another few steps, her voice audible even over all the bustle of the dream but then it abruptly goes quiet - this far out, whatever connection the tree had formed with them must have snapped. Glasswing finally slows to a stop but she doesn't turn around. ]
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The other Ryoko follows them for another few steps, her voice audible even over all the bustle of the dream but then it abruptly goes quiet - this far out, whatever connection the tree had formed with them must have snapped. Glasswing finally slows to a stop but she doesn't turn around. ]
... is she gone?