[ The surprise is audible in her voice just as much as it's written across her face. She's used to having visions like this, but not usually with other people. On the contrary--the only time she has was with the assistance of a special crystal and Mikoto's guidance into the depth's of Cid's mind. That was intentional. Not like this. ]
How are you...
[ Wait.
Happening a lot?
That causes more distress than the memory. Her gaze flicks back and forth between the image of Nero's prone form and her new roommate, brows furrowing. Before she can question further, however, Nero appears--again. Inside his own memory, taking control and wishing it away.
What is happening!?
While the first memory had been one of defeat, the next is a victory of sorts. At least it seemed so. Nero had doubts, that much isn't surprising. For how little they've known each other Himeka has already picked up on his propensity for sarcasm and, in her experience, people either found that in genuine humor or were using it to cope with something else. Apparently he is at least partially the other.
Before he lost his hand, but her grows it back. And wings. Bursting forth from will and determination. She feels like she could almost taste the way the aether would electrify with such a transformation. Is this something he's capable of now?
Himeka's gaze slowly drifts to Nero--the real Nero, the Nero of now. This must feel...
...awkward as hell for him. ]
...You don't have to tell us if you don't want to.
no we love it
[ The surprise is audible in her voice just as much as it's written across her face. She's used to having visions like this, but not usually with other people. On the contrary--the only time she has was with the assistance of a special crystal and Mikoto's guidance into the depth's of Cid's mind. That was intentional. Not like this. ]
How are you...
[ Wait.
Happening a lot?
That causes more distress than the memory. Her gaze flicks back and forth between the image of Nero's prone form and her new roommate, brows furrowing. Before she can question further, however, Nero appears--again. Inside his own memory, taking control and wishing it away.
What is happening!?
While the first memory had been one of defeat, the next is a victory of sorts. At least it seemed so. Nero had doubts, that much isn't surprising. For how little they've known each other Himeka has already picked up on his propensity for sarcasm and, in her experience, people either found that in genuine humor or were using it to cope with something else. Apparently he is at least partially the other.
Before he lost his hand, but her grows it back. And wings. Bursting forth from will and determination. She feels like she could almost taste the way the aether would electrify with such a transformation. Is this something he's capable of now?
Himeka's gaze slowly drifts to Nero--the real Nero, the Nero of now. This must feel...
...awkward as hell for him. ]
...You don't have to tell us if you don't want to.