[a conversation displays itself before them; wanda rationalizes quickly enough that this is himeka's memory, as the woman herself sits in it, looking younger, discussing with another individual talking about lofty ambitions and a world made better for her people. it seems innocent enoughβuntil it isn't.
it's funny how memories tend to play out, in slow motion, dramatic gestures, and a gut-wrenching feeling.
connecting the dots is not a difficult task at all, and wanda wonders just how long ago this was; what her relationship with this woman was; what thoughts rushed through her head, caught in this difficult situation.]
Himeka.
[βshe calls in a murmur, turning to look at her friend. there are floods of pain within these memories, with what they saw of nero's, with what they're seeing of himeka's.]
They couldn't have thought it was you, could they?
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it's funny how memories tend to play out, in slow motion, dramatic gestures, and a gut-wrenching feeling.
connecting the dots is not a difficult task at all, and wanda wonders just how long ago this was; what her relationship with this woman was; what thoughts rushed through her head, caught in this difficult situation.]
Himeka.
[βshe calls in a murmur, turning to look at her friend. there are floods of pain within these memories, with what they saw of nero's, with what they're seeing of himeka's.]
They couldn't have thought it was you, could they?