[Hanako's eyes go to the little pink girl among them, vaguely recognizing her from when they had went and rescued Hibiki, and sends her an incredulous look.]
How do you not know what a Figment is? That's like-- Dreamer Basics 101.
[Of course, majority of the Figments a Dreamer would come across would look like crystals and not fully actualized people, so no one could blame her for being confused... though that said, no need to be a dick about it, Hanako!!!
But then the Professor drops that concerning bit of knowledge, and he whips his head back over in his direction, brow furrowed. Tsukasa was the one who was more into the biology side of science compared to Amane, but-- even so, wasn't that incredibly dangerous?? Or at least somewhat unethical? How did one "safely" sever off a part of one's soul, anyway?? Any questions he may have had die at the tip of his tongue as the other man grabs onto the Figment, however, and something about the way it reacts springs him into motion. Swiftly, he grabs onto his other wrist, holding it tight, refusing to let the Professor's power intimidate him.]
Tynuki's right. If even a fragment of yourself is afraid of what you're doing, then how can we trust your judgement on any of this?
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[Hanako's eyes go to the little pink girl among them, vaguely recognizing her from when they had went and rescued Hibiki, and sends her an incredulous look.]
How do you not know what a Figment is? That's like-- Dreamer Basics 101.
[Of course, majority of the Figments a Dreamer would come across would look like crystals and not fully actualized people, so no one could blame her for being confused... though that said, no need to be a dick about it, Hanako!!!
But then the Professor drops that concerning bit of knowledge, and he whips his head back over in his direction, brow furrowed. Tsukasa was the one who was more into the biology side of science compared to Amane, but-- even so, wasn't that incredibly dangerous?? Or at least somewhat unethical? How did one "safely" sever off a part of one's soul, anyway?? Any questions he may have had die at the tip of his tongue as the other man grabs onto the Figment, however, and something about the way it reacts springs him into motion. Swiftly, he grabs onto his other wrist, holding it tight, refusing to let the Professor's power intimidate him.]
Tynuki's right. If even a fragment of yourself is afraid of what you're doing, then how can we trust your judgement on any of this?